Back to the Tichborne Arms we went on Friday, back (as the picture would tell if we could read the whole blackboard) by 'popular demand'. The board also suggests that we have renamed ourselves The Tho Lord Gits. Which we haven't.
Here we see Tod and John trying to remember how we managed to all fit into the bar of the picturesque quintessential (spelling?)English pub. Of course, we all squeezed in and had a very jolly evening. Thanks to the return of Global Warming (not to be confused with the Global Warming that causes cold and wet, oh no, that's something quite different) the outside temperature was a balmy 27 degrees; you can imagine what is was like inside the bar by the time we all started thrashing planks, spanking those skins and waving our huge organs. As a result, the bar stayed relatively empty until the end, although I was assured that we were well appreciated in the garden. It made a good informal start for the Summer Tour. Next stop: the Thomas Lord itself.
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