Lads outings

                                   Musical  Concert   16th. December.   Friday night was music night for the Lads and their Lasses . The venue for this concert was Ossett Town Hall , Derek had made the necessary ticket arrangements etc. We were all to meet there about 7pm . A speedy entrance was needed in order to get a table suitable for all our gang. This was achieved even though  we were right at the back of the hall , but it did not spoil our evening of entertainment. Once formally introduced to each other ,we settled down to a night of foot tapping, hand clapping and  a good old sing along to various hit songs that were being performed on stage. First up was a guy who sang memorable tunes  in the style of Billy Fury, he was very good. Then followed by the so called stars of the show, The Shakers. Who are the resident band from the Cavern club. Their first half performance was a little bit under par considering their reviews, their second half stint was much  much better,

       A Poem by Dave The years are marching on now It's time to go out and play I've said farewell to my regular job  And put my tools away I've taken  up the offer  To join a group of lads  Who like me are retired  And now are called grandads They meet upon a Thursday  With things they've planned to do They've said goodbye to the pinstriped suits And their patent leather shoe Now it's all aboard a bus or train  And off to pastures new As we take a look at the world outside  And marvel at the view The laughs the jokes the serious talks  The sunshine and the rain  All those miles we've travelled together  On buses roads and train  What sights we seen and places we've been  As we journeyed along the way Followed by a rest in our favourite pub  To eat special meals of the day A curry a steak or noodles Followed by apple pie Come on, are shouting some of the lads It's time to say goodbye

                    A walk for Fish & Chips This walk was planned a week ago when the weather forecast was very favourable, unfortunately the outlook changed somewhat. So with so called baited breath , we headed for the Lancashire town of Littleborough on board a train from Leeds. As we crossed the county line the weather turned against us, the rain clouds gathered and the mist came rolling in , but our spirit was not dampened. Onwards we trekked along the soaking pathways till we finally reached our destination, Grandma Pollards fish and chips restaurant in the village of Walsden, a distance of some 4 miles or so. Once at this establishment we were encouraged to enjoy their delights in the accommodation bus, that was parked out back overlooking the canal. Taking up this offer was a fun experience made all the more better by the service they provided. As the time approached 2.45pm. we now made our way back to the railway station and the start of our journeys home. Yet anot