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Hopefully, now the courses are operational again, we will have more readers letters. In the meantime - a mail from a proud grandad (unless Nor's being keeping a big secret!)
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WILMA REID <wilma19@btopenworld.com> To: admin@stationmasters.co.uk Subject: Current Dave McNicoll Trophy Holder |
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Dear Norman, Thank you very much for your diatribe criticising the failed attempt by the Committee to raise a quiz team for a recent charity quiz. When the former Captain decides to enter a team in the first place, then says its nothing to do with him to organise the team because he's blind, what can we do? "Call on the experts" we hear you cry, "'The Station Stoaters' will uphold the honour of the Club, they'll be our team". "Nae chance" came the reply, "we've got anither quiz wi far better prize money oan offer". So there you have it, the mercenary Green Tractor Man, and co. left the Station Masters in the lurch for a few pieces of silver! Unfortunately when faced with the option of entering a skeleton team comprising the erstwhile plumber and yours truly, we took the honourable course of action and scarperred! What would you have done?
Anyway Norman, great poem - but I suspect that your lovely wife Wilma had a hand in composing the ditty. Wilma has never forgiven the person drafted into your quiz team when one of your regulars couldn't make it. At the end of the quiz when the Stoaters were announced as winners, the subbie disgraced the team by shouting at the opposition "GET IT RIGHT UP YOU!" .......This Homer Simpson moment was not becoming a Club Keptain and I would therefore like to apologise unreservedly for any embarrassment caused by speaking my thoughts instead of just thinking them!
I will conclude in the normal farming tradition with a poem in reply:
Norman Reid, farmer so fine,
Sklerries the roads all the way to the Scryne.
Rosey cheeks, shovels for hands,
Posin’ wi Joely and the trophy he stands.
Proud as punch cuddling his cup,
Think he's got the clowns outfit mixed up!
Green Tractor Man, in his trusty John Deere,
Hi-tech heater and all the modern gear.
Strawsers and rasps to nurture and preen,
In the traditional way under a tonne of polythene.
One big question though keeps croppin’ up,
How did he manage to win the cup?
Yours McGonnagley, The Editor.
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