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After lunch and refreshment we once again boarded the big gay bus and off we went to the “interesting” 5 at Corley. At the very least, the tuning was strange – being rung from the chancel crossing and being hung in a shed, made for an interesting visit under the watchful eye of Mme Queenley. Bands representing www.outintheuk.com and the College Youths took the stage to show us their best.
On to Fillongley, a pleasant 8 not least because of the welcome with tea and cakes! This time under my watchful eye, the ringing continued the excellent standards set at the previous towers. Some members escaped to grab a pint, but those remaining in the tower were treated to inspirational touches of little bob, Stedman, 8 spliced and grandsire before moving back to the coach for the journey to the final tower of the day.
Mascot still in tow and still talking to me we made it to the final tower, Shustoke. Here the obligatory group photograph took place, with DrL organising the masses into straight (as if) rows.
With photos taken we soon discovered the door was locked and the distinct possibility that the keyholder had turned up, seen us and run for the hills seemed worryingly likely. With a cold wind and delicate skin, we made a move towards the enclosed porch. For some, this became the highlight of the tour.
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Picture the scene if you can, a traditional church porch stuffed full of poofs. Daniel's previous worries about people of the “homosexual persuasion” were dangerously close to coming to fruition. I believe he was taken in hand and the smile on his face seemed to indicate his contentment. The discussion seemed rather eclectic from the possible locations of the keyholder, the possible places DrL had gone when he said he had gone for a P, the gay darlek prouling around screaming “exfoliate exfoliate” and to a possible sing along: “30 proud poofs standing in a porch, 30 proud poofs standing in a porch”. Then to the interjection from another member: “..and if Matt’s young cousin should accidentally join us…”. Well – what else could I say other than: “…there’ll be 31 proud poofs standing in a porch”.
After a discussion about the location of the light switch as some members seemed more in the dark than others, the keyholder turned up and – like the parting of the red (pink) sea, the masses divided to give him access.
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