lol our starting table was incred, Peter Woods aka The Rumper keeping us all in stitches for a good 6hrs.
Ahh, so that explains the loud shouts of "ka-Rummmmmmmmper" every 5 mins? Gotta say, the atmo was simply wonderful. Except on Table Face Like A Seaside Donkey.
One of the geezers at my Table - decent bloke, ex-bookie, was at that "tikay Giveaway" night in Hailsham I did last year, the one that Foxy came to. It was the night your bitch was running at Wimbledon, I think?