Garage party

My daughter thought my taste in music had changed when she learnt I was going to this. Reality was that I was party to a small practical joke (in the nicest possible way) that some of the local Rotarians decided to play on one of its members.

Member in question had built a garage and the club members had had a brick by brick account. To celebrate the end of an era a little ceremony was planned. We all hid in his garage and revealed ourselves when he arrived home from a Saints match. Martin Radford had written a very funny poem in honour of the occasion and my task was to cut a ceremonial ribbon and hand over a commemorative plaque.

I am not sure that John knew quite what to make of the whole thing.