ICCF goes posh!!!!!!!!
With no Lions game last Saturday the ICCF searched high & low for some comparable rugger to watch. Unfortunately nothing to match the Lions was on offer, therefore we had to take second best and head down to a ground that used to be a cabbage patch to watch some visiting antipodians take on the locals (a Kiwi, a Samoan, a Yank, an Aussie and a few Englishmen).

As normal the ICCF met early, well almost all of us met early, following the instructions of a certain 1st team captain we meet in the Gt Northern for breakfast, sitting alone in an empty dining room we began to realise what could be causing some of the communication problems that the firsts experience on a Saturday. Apparently The Drapers is cheaper so guess where Chris and the others went!

Second drama of the day, with minutes to go before the train departure Andy finally answered his phone, dressed (in a fashion) delivered to the station on the train within 15 mins must be some kind of record.
Third Drama, call from Andy saying he was on a different train going the wrong way!! Not possible, but he had walked the front of the train and couldn’t find us, so at Huntingdon he got off and ran (trotted) from the back 4 carriages to the front 4 to re-join the ICCF. Luckily we had left his train ticket at the Gt Northern, guys you can keep it.

Arrived at Twickenham via Vauxhall (usual admiration of the Handrails, anyone would think Andy had made them!!) and proceeded to the Barmy Arms. Lost Mike Stewart to Poundland, where he apparently likes to shop (explains a few things!), otherwise Beer, Beer, Beer, Beer moved to the Eel Pie, Beer, Beer, and made our way to the ground via another pub (name long forgotten), Beer, Beer etc. Mick then had a quick nap (well he is getting on a bit) missed England’s try woke up and demanded another beer. Andy was despatched to fetch beers and pasties, took a whip round from the west stand to pay for them!

The Game – we lost

Mad rush from the ground and a very nice policewoman (Emma) stopped the traffic for us to cross the road where upon yours truly was taken out illegally by a large stationary bollard, my arms flew out causing the Chairman to swallow his lit cigar, as we both lay on the floor, me in pain down below and the chairman on fire internally, the ICCF adopted the normal procedure for this type of emergency and abandoned us to our fate!!

Recovered we regrouped at Covent Garden in the Freemasons Arms, Beer, Beer, Beer, followed by traditional ICCF Fish & Chips (Plates, Cutlery, Waitress service), although judging by the price I thought we had bought shares in the pub. Despite this (and small portions) the Fish & Chips were ok and made the top 3.
Lost a couple of ICCF members after this, occupational hazard (hope you made it back Mick & Neil) and my memory is hazy about events, however the remaining members made it back to Peterborough in one piece.