Instalment 10

And the winner was.....

CRICKET!!!

So now our time in Yorkshire has come to an end. We had a fabulous time at the closing dinner - the meal was delicious - a prawn and avocado stack for entree, fancy chicken for main and extra sugary creme brulee for dessert. 

Geoff Miller was the guest speaker and I hate to admit it - I finally heard some funny stories about cricket, so I've come full circle. He told of facing the real Dennis Lillee at one end and Jeff Thomson at the other with Rodney Marsh behind the stumps in a test in 1979 - I would have been in Grade 12. He told of facing Michael "Whispering Death" Holding in the West Indies in his first test and how he closed his eyes when the first ball came flying down to him. He spoke for about 15 minutes and we laughed a lot.

Then a really appalling Elton John impersonator sang a few songs before a real band came on and played lots of songs from the 70's and 80's which we all knew. 

Brother O had a grand night; so grand in fact that he can't remember it although he has some very nice business cards in his wallet to show for it. He only vaguely remembers us carving up the dance floor to Bryan Adams' Summer of '69. We all stood in a circle and clapped as each person did their own little dance in the middle; Gibbo finally got to do the robot dance - the crowd went wild; Steve S did the worm dance but he couldn't get any traction on the floor so he just kind of bounced up and down on the spot on his chest; then someone found a pole so we did the limbo; there was great hilarity. Gibbo wanted to leave but I didn't so Les, the umpire (who's 62 and a real sweetie), got me up on the dance floor and we grooved to Greased Lightning. It was all good fun. We caught the green bus home around 12.30am and rang home to wish Peter a happy 50th birthday. I finally went to sleep around 2 o'clock and woke up at 6.

We're now in London; we've travelled all day to get here and our driver got lost on the way to our hotel. We're about to go downstairs and catch up with the group for our last night together. A few people leave the tour now, including us. We need to work out the best way to get to Heathrow tomorrow and Gibbo wants to go to Lords for a tour (I can't think of anything more boring so I won't be going. I might go to Hyde Park instead). 

So we've had a wonderful time; it's gone really fast and we've made some new friends. We look forward to seeing them again some time soon (probably at Chinchilla on September 5 for a XXX game). 

We'll head home and get back into the routine of feedlot and school and the trip and all the fun we've had will become a distant memory, albeit a cherished one.