Baths and Underwear

Sandown Park in Esher was always a good venue, we had some good nights out down there. The show was held at the race course and was well attended by fairly well off people who spent quite freely. We used to stay in a guest house in Surbiton, I can't remember the name but I do remember the lady who owned it had been on the game show '3 2 1' and proudly showed off her 'Dusty Bin' consolation prize.

She also made the best breakfasts ever, her bacon was perfect ( I hate bacon that is so fatty that when you try to eat it the whole lump of greasy mix won't swallow, I'll have to stop I'm making myself sick ) and served with every sort of cereal and preserve you could imagine. One of the bedrooms had a large ornate bath standing in the middle of it, no seperate bathroom but it looked great. I caught sight of myself sitting in it through a mirror on the wall and couldn't stop laughing, I'm not that big ( tall ) and you could only see my head appearing above the bath rim. I needed a ladder to get out.

Anyway now all clean and ready to go out I knocked on Ian's door and we went downstairs to wait for the girls to come down. Annie, Sue and Helen were sharing a large room and were getting drunk, sorry, ready. We waited and waited and then I went and knocked on their door. ( I couldn't let Ian go or he wouldn't have come back out ). Do you know what, they had gone, didn't bother with the usual 2 hour getting ready, just gone and never called for us. We had missed good drinking time while they were already three sheets to the wind, ( a nautical term meaning the boats sails were all astray, in other words they were legless ) we caught up with them at the next pub giggling to themselves at our expense.

Afterwards we all went for an Indian ( I have been in lots of Indians all over the country ) and then back to the digs where they asked if we wanted a drink in their room, how Ian got in the room a heart beat before the invite was issued was a testament to his previous occupation as a police officer. Ten minutes later he was laid out on one of the beds with bras and panties over his head ( spare ones I must add in case Eilean his wife reads this ) grinning like a little boy who'd just found himself in a sweetshop.

It took all four of us to finally drag him back to his room and lock him in, then I went to my room and fell in the bath. Decided it was easier to stay there than try and get back out. I've had some good nights out with Ian and the girls and as I think of them I will let you know. I remember one night in Guernsey at 1.am in the morning when Annie and Jenny stood outside under my window singing love songs to me, I think they must have got the wrong window, Ian was next door to me.

Also one night as we were leaving the hotel bar to go to bed Annie and Jenny grabbed my room key as I unlocked the door to my room. Jenny put the key down her bra, flung herself on my bed and dared me to get it back, then Ian dived in to the room ( it was getting quite crowded by then ) and took photographs. It still costs me £20 a month for him not to send them to my wife. Wonder if the key's still there.

Published: 29th May 2006   |   Back to Watercolour Memories.

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