Trackside Tales Archive, November- December 2006                                        Back to Trackside Tales

Compliments of the festive season to each and every person of a Whitemoss persuasion. Be sure to enjoy oneself responsibly- you never know which one of my sources may be watching. Cheers!

Breaking news elsewhere on this tome provides that the club coffers have been lined with something of an early Christmas present. A neat sum of £250 was presented to the committee person appointed to carry out the number crunching by a certain Mr Potts, a well kent face around our parts. Any truth in the rumour the figure co-incidentally equates to the amount of champagne and wine "Potsy" quaffed in the aforementioned shindig to the Midlands remains unsubstantiated.

My sources alert me to some instances of a quartet associated with our fine club partaking in something of a junket some miles south of Hadrian's Wall. Perhaps in these times of short days and long dark evenings one can be forgiven for indulging in some high living. My comments are of course associated with the UK Athletics Awards dinner, attended by Stuart McCord, Alan Potts (a late addition to the jolly boys weekend) and those known in cyberspace as Yo Yo Mac and the great Chinese leader, Mao Tse-tung. Any moping thoughts of our unsuccesful quest to take our nominated award washed away without a trace. Stories abound of one of the delegation attempting to closely acquaint himself with Steve Cram's daughter. Given three attendees are tied in wedded bliss and one in a long term relationship, the jury remains very much out. Complaints also circulated that the alcoholic beverage supplies were at a premium. The suggestions at club HQ on Monday 27th came to the effect that our party had merely drank the NEC Arena dry before the evening was out. In conclusion, my sources understand, as they retired upstairs, suitably refreshed, the aforementioned Yo Yo and Mao misplaced some last remaining champagne.  Enquiries with the reception in their five star abode bore no fruit as no kind hearted soul cared to declare the fizzy stuff as lost property. By all accounts, this weekend shall live long in the memory.

Above: some household names in UK Athletics meet a guy called Steve Cram

Whatever opinion one may hold of our hard working secretary, no-one ever associated him with donning women's footwear. Alas, this was the sight which greeted colleagues in his place of employment when he could be witnessed duly carrying out his duties sporting a pair of heels with his usual slacks. If ever one required photographic evidence, the Insider can oblige. Seeing is believing!    (Webmaster's comment: it is worth noting that, in return for wearing high heels to work, our secretary raised over £2000 in support of MS. Very well done for an excellent fundraising effort).

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