Diary of the BEES weekend in Sheffield
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
The Dutch Blades all met up at Schiphol on the friday evening.
Hague Blade (Richard), his son (Rob), son's father-in-law (Bert), a colleague of mine (Wilfried) et moi (Ams).
My first mistake was sitting next to Richard " The Chainsaw" Goddard, in the plane.
As soon as he hit the seat he was sleeping. Followed by raucous and constant snoring which probably measured 4 on the Richter scale! When we landed, fellow passengers remarked on their coffee having waves in it like the scene on Jurrassic Park where the T-Rex first appears. Another lady said she thought she had had a massage chair due to the vibrations running through it!
Having survived the flight, Richard, Wilfried and myself stayed the night at my father's house in Adwick. Fortunately, we were still in time for drinks at the local pub. Timothy Taylors Landlord on hand pulled tap. Yum!
The next morning we took the train to "Sunny Sheff".
Arriving there we quickly dropped off our bags at the hotel and headed for our favourite pasty shop (across from the town hall).
Best pasties in town and Wilfried had also the extra pleasure of being chatted up by the ageing assistants. ;-)
We met up with the rest of our fellow BEES in the Devonshire Cat for a lunchtime drink.
Here is everyone we met:
Hedley Blade and his brother. Lincs and his Boston supporting mate. Beds(Ally) and KanzizasBlade(Simon). Chris Harvey (Paris Blade) and his mate. Richard's 2 Everton supporting mates. Jerry from Leeds and another old mate of Richard's. Heath (Chris) and his mate, Lamps(Roy) and finally GeoffBlade (another of the DutchBlades contingent).
Hopefully, I haven't forgotten anyone.
We managed to lose 3 of the "Dutchies" on the way to the stadium, but the mobile phone saved the day.
The game itself was a great occassion. Good atmosphere and the Lane bathed in sunshine. Slightly let down by the result and Paddy's indiscretions, but at least we didn't lose.
After the game we all headed to the Tunnel Bar.
Unfortunately, the promised free drinks and sandwiches were not waiting for us, but after a chat with the head barman, he graciously supplied us with the goodies, even though he didn't have official permission. Top lad!
From here an amble back to the hotel to freshen up.
In the hotel we ran into a group of about 15 girls all dressed in pink on a hen night. Naturally, a photo was asked for and taken.
Then a few of us met up again for a meal at Vijay's Indian Restaurant next to the Grosvenor Hotel.
A top Indian! With a huge menu, which Simon(Kan) decided he needed to eat through as much as possible. A fine attempt by him! Not many Indian restaurants in Hungary, I believe.
Also, an honary mention for Beds (Ally) for having her first Indian meal ever! The curry virgin is no more! ;-)
I should also say that Richard was fascinated by the Bollywood film showing in the background, especially when they showed a bit filmed near his house in Scheveningen.
Some also commented on the very attractive bar waitress too. Can't remember who though, ahem. :-)
After the meal we went back to the Devonshire Cat for post meal beverages. At this point, Lincs and his mate, Kan and Beds decided to call it a night, as well as Rob's father-in-law. So that left us with the "hardcore" of Richard, his son, Wilfried and myself to soldier on.
We decided a walk past the City Hall was on the cards to check out the local colour.
I was a little concerned that the Theakstone Old Peculiar ale had addled my brain, when we were confronted by lots of people staring at the sky, when we left the pub.
The eclipse of the moon, was the reason thankfully.
Walking through the hordes of saturday night revellers, we came to the conclusion that hot pants are back "in" and still the local girls refuse to wear "owt warm", when they go out.
Indeed, the girl at the cash machine wearing only a long white shirt with a belt around the waist was a prime example.
We wandered into a Weatherspoons pub and were treated to a young lady using a lamp post for a spot of pole dancing. After a pint or 2 we also called it a day.
I found out that night that the Grosvenor can be quite a noisy hotel. Woken at 4 am by drnen revellers and then again at 7.30 by a couple on the job next door. At least the fine "full English" breakfast the next morning more than made up for it.
A final goodbye at breakfast to all who were left and then back to Robin Hood airport for the trip home.
All in all a top weekend!
Thanks to all who made the effort to join us and meet up with us for a drink.
Thanks to Emma Wylie, Mark Fenoughty and the chap in charge at the Tunnel Bar.
Considering there were many people there who we had never met before, I'd like to add that my suspicions about Blades fans were fully confirmed. There is no better bunch of supporters in the land!
Here's to the next BEES outing!
Ian - Ams.
Hague Blade (Richard), his son (Rob), son's father-in-law (Bert), a colleague of mine (Wilfried) et moi (Ams).
My first mistake was sitting next to Richard " The Chainsaw" Goddard, in the plane.
As soon as he hit the seat he was sleeping. Followed by raucous and constant snoring which probably measured 4 on the Richter scale! When we landed, fellow passengers remarked on their coffee having waves in it like the scene on Jurrassic Park where the T-Rex first appears. Another lady said she thought she had had a massage chair due to the vibrations running through it!
Having survived the flight, Richard, Wilfried and myself stayed the night at my father's house in Adwick. Fortunately, we were still in time for drinks at the local pub. Timothy Taylors Landlord on hand pulled tap. Yum!
The next morning we took the train to "Sunny Sheff".
Arriving there we quickly dropped off our bags at the hotel and headed for our favourite pasty shop (across from the town hall).
Best pasties in town and Wilfried had also the extra pleasure of being chatted up by the ageing assistants. ;-)
We met up with the rest of our fellow BEES in the Devonshire Cat for a lunchtime drink.
Here is everyone we met:
Hedley Blade and his brother. Lincs and his Boston supporting mate. Beds(Ally) and KanzizasBlade(Simon). Chris Harvey (Paris Blade) and his mate. Richard's 2 Everton supporting mates. Jerry from Leeds and another old mate of Richard's. Heath (Chris) and his mate, Lamps(Roy) and finally GeoffBlade (another of the DutchBlades contingent).
Hopefully, I haven't forgotten anyone.
We managed to lose 3 of the "Dutchies" on the way to the stadium, but the mobile phone saved the day.
The game itself was a great occassion. Good atmosphere and the Lane bathed in sunshine. Slightly let down by the result and Paddy's indiscretions, but at least we didn't lose.
After the game we all headed to the Tunnel Bar.
Unfortunately, the promised free drinks and sandwiches were not waiting for us, but after a chat with the head barman, he graciously supplied us with the goodies, even though he didn't have official permission. Top lad!
From here an amble back to the hotel to freshen up.
In the hotel we ran into a group of about 15 girls all dressed in pink on a hen night. Naturally, a photo was asked for and taken.
Then a few of us met up again for a meal at Vijay's Indian Restaurant next to the Grosvenor Hotel.
A top Indian! With a huge menu, which Simon(Kan) decided he needed to eat through as much as possible. A fine attempt by him! Not many Indian restaurants in Hungary, I believe.
Also, an honary mention for Beds (Ally) for having her first Indian meal ever! The curry virgin is no more! ;-)
I should also say that Richard was fascinated by the Bollywood film showing in the background, especially when they showed a bit filmed near his house in Scheveningen.
Some also commented on the very attractive bar waitress too. Can't remember who though, ahem. :-)
After the meal we went back to the Devonshire Cat for post meal beverages. At this point, Lincs and his mate, Kan and Beds decided to call it a night, as well as Rob's father-in-law. So that left us with the "hardcore" of Richard, his son, Wilfried and myself to soldier on.
We decided a walk past the City Hall was on the cards to check out the local colour.
I was a little concerned that the Theakstone Old Peculiar ale had addled my brain, when we were confronted by lots of people staring at the sky, when we left the pub.
The eclipse of the moon, was the reason thankfully.
Walking through the hordes of saturday night revellers, we came to the conclusion that hot pants are back "in" and still the local girls refuse to wear "owt warm", when they go out.
Indeed, the girl at the cash machine wearing only a long white shirt with a belt around the waist was a prime example.
We wandered into a Weatherspoons pub and were treated to a young lady using a lamp post for a spot of pole dancing. After a pint or 2 we also called it a day.
I found out that night that the Grosvenor can be quite a noisy hotel. Woken at 4 am by drnen revellers and then again at 7.30 by a couple on the job next door. At least the fine "full English" breakfast the next morning more than made up for it.
A final goodbye at breakfast to all who were left and then back to Robin Hood airport for the trip home.
All in all a top weekend!
Thanks to all who made the effort to join us and meet up with us for a drink.
Thanks to Emma Wylie, Mark Fenoughty and the chap in charge at the Tunnel Bar.
Considering there were many people there who we had never met before, I'd like to add that my suspicions about Blades fans were fully confirmed. There is no better bunch of supporters in the land!
Here's to the next BEES outing!
Ian - Ams.
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