This is an account of what happened at the Trecarn Hotel, Babbacombe, Torquay, on Saturday 1st December. Don’t worry, I shan’t write everything, the person might get embarrassed and sue me for libel!
Everybody had arrived by the time the dinner was being served at seven o’clock. We walked into the dining room which had the tables running from the top table all in a row. We found our places and waited behind our chairs for a prayer, after which we sat down and started our first course which was chilled melon and grapefruit cocktail, followed by Cream of Tomato Soup or a strange-looking substance which looked like cold tea without the tealeaves, called Consommé aux vins.
The main course was roast sirloin of prime English beef with Yorkshire pudding and horseradish sauce, roast and butted new potatoes, Brussel sprouts and buttered carrots – sorry to make you feel hungry.
During the eating of this main course there was a very strange ritual going on. A person would strike the table very fiercely with anything he could get his hands on and shout at the top of his voice “I would like to drink a toast”, and they stated what they wanted to drink a toast to. This varied from who joined the CTC fifty years ago, to nude swimming during the summer. When this ritual started I thought they were people from Rentokil trying to find woodworm by banging the table, and if they didn’t hit one, trying to make it deaf by shouting at it. Actually I wasn’t the only one who thought this as I overheard a man phoning the RSPCWW – the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty towards Woodworm – asking if they would send a letter to the manager of the Trecarn Hotel requesting that they put bells by people’s seats and supply the woodworm with earplugs.
For the sweet we had dairy cream gateau, fruit salad with ice cream or cheese and biscuits. I had the dairy cream gateau which was very nice, and my jacket thought so as well – when I was talking to someone, I catapulted a spoonful onto myself. NO, it didn’t suit me. Then came the coffee to bring us to the end of the very nice dinner.
We toasted the Queen, which made a change from the bread. This was proposed by the DA President, Ivy Thorp. Mr Jim Bailey, Chairman of the CTC National Council, proposed the CTC and Devon DA, and Mr Don Hassall responded, in front of everybody, and welcomed the visitors. Responding for the visitors was Mr Bob Mace from CTC Headquarters. If you’re wondering what all this responding is, it was very interesting, short talks and a few jokes.
The presentation of awards was made by the President of the CTC, Mr Arthur Moss JP. The toast master was Mr Cecil Davey and the MC Mr Steve Kelly.
Boundary Ride certificates: Colin Brierly, Graham Brodie, Charles Brown, Barbara Clews, Veronica Dixie, Robert Ellis, Don Hassall, Jean Luxton, Pete Luxton, Wendy Luxton, Iris Strong, Julie Strong, Ken Strong, Gordon Thorp, Ivy Thorp, Liz Williams, Stuart Williams and Tony Williams.
101 Miles Certificates: Colin Brierly, Peter Adams, Michael Bailey, Frank Boyes, Brian Cloak, Ralph Colman, Ian Holding, Jean Luxton, Kevin Mitchell, Adrian Parkyns, Robert Spence, Liz Williams and Phillip Wrigley.
101 Kilometres Certificates: Lawrence Beckford, David Cloak, Martin Dalley, Richard Dalley, Colin Downie, Noel Downie, Henry Gregson, Don Hassall, Anthony House, Michael Jones, Pete Luxton, Wendy Luxton, Brian Mills, Mark Morton, Iris Strong, Julie Strong, Ken Strong, John Stuart, Gordon Thorp, Gordon Wells and Normal Wells.
So far two and a half hours had gone by, and at 9.30 came the entertainment for the evening. This was ballroom dancing, introduced by Mr Steve Kelly. The music was played by four excellent musicians who played the drums, piano, trumpet, clarinet and saxophone. As you might realise, there are more instruments than musicians. Well, there was no magic on the night, it was just simply one man who played two instruments – and not at the same time I might add.
At 10.30 the special showing from the local boys and girls – it was to do with the Year of the Child. The first act was of two little boys, played by Ken Strong and Tony Williams, with a sketch involving two little boys cycling with their parents and talking about what most children say while on tour with their parents.
Then came the finale with Gordon Thorp riding a tricycle, closely followed by Margaret Dalley, Jean Luxton, Tony Williams, Les Sparkes and Ken Strong. They sang a rendition of “Daddy’s taking us on the run tomorrow”, sung to the tune of “Daddy’s taking us to the zoom tomorrow”. This was a tribute to the up and coming CTC. The records were played by Iris Strong and the whole thing was introduced by Grace Kelly.
Then came the short interval where the draw took place. This was my favourite part of the evening as my ticket came up – pink number 381 – and I won the magnificent book “Winged Wheel” by William Oakley, the former president of the CTC. The draw raised £22 for the GHS Memorial, after deduction of expenses.
Dancing started again at 11.15 and the evening finished with a very fit, moving ending, with everybody prancing about to the Hokey Cokey and Knees Up Mother Brown. Finally everybody stood in a large circle holding hands, singing Auld Lang Syne.
The evening finished around 12.30am on Sunday morning, which meant cycling for most people. Well anyway, Knees Up Mother Brown got them into trim. I’m sure you would like to join me in thanking the organisers for a very enjoyable evening, and if you could not make it this year and you think you would have enjoyed it, then maybe you’ll make a special effort to come next year.