I thought your eyes were ok on Saturday night, Mike. It's the rest of the time they look strange!

So what was wrong with our port, Mike? First you were left guarding half a bottle at Grove and returned it untouched (previously unheard of), then you tried decorating the marquee and it's inhabitants with the stuff at Wareham Wail. Perhaps it had something to do with your request that I pass the port. I thought that meant I had to drink it first. Sorry Mike, my mistake.

I too lay the blame on Sir Quaffalot (Dave Field). I can confirm that Jon H is neither adult or responsible - and he's my big brother!

...and round, and round, and round .....

Brian