Knocker pops up

‘Colin Brockbank’. Re-making the runners for the seats, primary investigation of the routing of the stainless steel exhaust system………………………………….£85.00

Superb craftsmanship once more from Colin who has totally fashioned and repaired the sliding runners for the ’63 seats.  

Chris has busied himself by ensuring that the wings, nosecone and bonnet are prepared for Danny to collect.

Knocker with his platonic girlfriend, Corrine were propping up the bar chatting in hushed tones both sipping white wine; it does seem that Clubber is determined to remove his kench before his trip to Dubai. After Corrine had left Knocker didn’t need Chinese burns to offer any information regarding their relationship. “We spent about 18 months together a year ago but we are too alike, inevitably we finished up falling out. I’ve known her since I was a lad and I have always fancied her. We still see each other but she has a boyfriend and I have a few girlfriends. I probably see more of her now than I did before, we go out a lot, but there’s no penetration”. Woh…slow down Knocker, too much information. One thing was for sure Corrine, was not like any of Knockers’ other friends who he had brought to the pub; like Jenny Taylor, Connie Linctus, Poppy Tupper or Lou Smorals. 

In another corner was Doctor Dave attempting to dry off after being caught in a recent downpour of rain, his greying main of hair piss wet through. He had spent the previous night shacked up with Mad John in an upstairs room in the Oak. The upshot of it was that having returned from South Africa that morning he had not yet retrieved his keys for his flat and so proposed to sleep on the bench seating of the pub until morning. When John heard about the problem he volunteered to offer Dave a bed for the night. This then gave them both carte blanc to get bladdered. It was only on leaving that John also, realised that he had misplaced his own house keys and so they both became stranded in the Oak. Perhaps John had second thoughts. To invite the good Doctor to stay for one night could have been a big mistake: Cuckoo springs to mind. This incident also gives new meaning to the phrase “Live at the Oak”.