Weather: Cold, light showers later, moderate to good.
Ah, The "Imperial Inn". A special place.
This week is race week, what with it being the Cheltenham Festival and all. As such, Cheltenham is full of the Irish kissing the Blarney Stone and coming over here stealing our women and drinking our beer and loosing their money at the race course. It makes for a fantastic atmosphere in the town, with wall-to-wall fun and games and properly overpriced beer.
Naturally we wouldn't want anything to do with that malarkey, and so snuck off to the "Imperial Inn" with the expectation of a quiet night and a game of darts. As usual with the WTC, the best laid plans of mice and men...
Bitten by the racing bug, the Imperial Inn, which up until now has been the quietest city pub, with a nice little jukebox and a dart board and sensibly priced beer, had gone and got Karaoke in. Those of you that have followed the WTC will be aware that we merely "tolerate" croaky in the early part of the evening, and then in the later part of the evening (on the outside of the Courage of Holland) we actively participate in the stuff. Hopefully, this was not to be one of those occasions...
The place was unusually busy, due to the fact that the were race goers from up and down the country in the vicinity. There was some footy on the telly and the music was loud enough to be almost annoying, but not quite. We relocated to the very back of the pub where this is a well maintained dart board for a game of "Halve It", which is mentioned elsewhere I'm sure...
This game belongs to Sniffer and Jugs. They always win and the results usually have Stan in third, followed by Reeser or Claude with Golfy bringing up the rear... Not tonight though. In fact almost the complete reverse with Golfy reigning supreme much to the disgust of Jugs and frustration of Sniffer. As it turns out, Jugs was so disgusted (and so pickled, thanks to the pace that sniffer was setting on the beer drinking) that he left the group to go and talk to his "new friends" who were actually some old friends from back in the day.
The pace was too much for some and after a reasonably poor stab at Robbie Williams on the croaky, Golfy gave up the ghost and staggered home, while Claude managed to rouse the crowd with something by Frank
All in all, a top night out for the WTC with all the right elements. It's fair to say that the Imperial Inn is a long standing favourite - a proper pub, without instructions, and largely untouched since the day it was built - which must be a hundred years ago give or take. I can confidently report that we will return.
Next week, is Thursday.... No idea what we're doing.