Friday 13th March 2009 - Comic Relief
So to cheer ourselves up and well to have a laugh me and the landlady dressed up in the style of Vicar of Dibley, myself as the Rev Geraldine and landlady as Alice we also did a special Mrs Cropley menu which consisted of:
- Cheese and golden syrup sandwiches
- Marmite and Pickle Sandwiches
- Pudding Suprise (Christmas pudding with sage and onion stuffing)
- Yorkshire Delight (Yorkshire pudding, buttercream icing and a pig in blanket)
- Baked bean and strawberry jelly tart
All good fun, and actually it suprised me that alot of people like them! I mean i can't really say that any of them did it for me.
Early doors some ladies came in who were on a hen weekend and staying in the village and i mean what can i say they were a little bit worried to see a person behind the bar in a full vicars outfit haha! They were three sheets to the wind as they had been at cheltenham races all day and fair play they were a good laugh and did try some of Mrs Cropley's special menu....
After about half an hour it turned out that they were only meant to be popping in to the pub to use the toilet because they were desperate and then meant to go on down to where the big cottage was in the village with the rest of the hen party.
So half an hour after they leave me dressed as the vicar pops outside for a quick cigarette with my cousin before she goes, much to my suprise i can hear women voices approaching and it was getting louder and louder and out of nowhere down they come through the car park. Alot of giggling followed and it turned out they were lost and had been getting phone calls for the last 45 minutes asking where they were, so me being a women of the cloth for the night offered to take them down to where they were staying (small village everyone knows there it is).
As i don't know the village in the dark, and there being no street lamps, we popped into a locals house to borrow a torch, eventually i told them that just down the bottom of the hill is the cottage. This is when they come up with their brilliant plan, they thought that it would be hilarious if i went in and blessed the bride, as really only the two i am with know that really i am not a real vicar. So 5 minutes later in i walk to the cottage with 20 women sat round a table in their pjamas while the whole story is relaid about me being the local vicar coming to bless the bride on her approaching wedding and nuptials, well out of know where 15 cameras appear and photos are being taken, meanwhile the bride actually believes the blessing i just gave her and they are calling me Geardine and think that it is my name!!!!!!
They offer me orange juice and this is when i feel like i should tell them all the truth and well to begin with they didn't even believe me when i said that i needed to get back to work, eventually they settle on me staying for two round of shots and then letting me go!!!!!!
I get back to the pub and there are 6 hairy bikers outside, who really by their faces cannot really believe that a vicar just walked round the corner and into the pub. Well i walk in and the landlady looks like she has not been breathing for 45 minutes, turns out she was so worried that i had been kidnapped and that she was going to get a phone call saying that she would have to pay money to comic relief to get me back, and of course when i relay the story she laughed so much she didnt really care any more that i had been gone and then everyone that came into the pub afterwards got told the story as well.
Later on that night the girls raced the boys to see who could eat the rest of the disgusting food the fastest and without even thinking about it the boys won... I mean we had no chance whatsoever, we were taking dignified bites whereas they were just putting the Baked bean and straberry jelly tart in their mouths whole!!!!
The most strange thing about the whole night was that one of the old boys who come in at 8pm told me that the vicar outfit suited me and i should wear it more... That was when i became worried and my worst fears was confirmed when he told me he loved me...
To be honest Comic relief 2009 was alround a very very strange night.
Miss Braz x
p.s Next post.... St Patricks Day 2009
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