Ladies and gentlemen! What can I say? Let’s start with this:

You see what I did there? I know ??

Let me set the scene: On Saturday 12th of July, we set off on the hired minibus from County Hall - nostalgia right there. On route I noticed the constant need for toilet breaks, a clear signal that Father and Mother time was upon us??

During the drive we appointed DJ Tony Afuwape to seduce us with the sound of the 70s. I must say the first record he put on was more like music from 1770. But he quickly amended his faux pas as tune after tune brought back howling appreciation.

Alarmingly, when rapper's delight came on, not only were the hallowed words mercilessly massacred by some, I know? Just for the record it’s: ….. I said a Hip hop, the hippie to the hippie, The hip hip hop, and you don’t stop, a rock it, To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie, to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat!…. I know, such simple lyrics, hmmm ??

The conversation on the coach was beyond riveting: ranging from mountain trekking in the outer Hebrides, to finding the quickest routes to get from work to home, and the equally thrilling, fishing. At least I was able to use this enthralling banter/verbal Ambien, to catch up on some much needed sleep ??

I was woken up by squeals of delight, notifying me that we had arrived. To witness the salubrious surroundings of Woolverstone Hal, evoked poignant memories of yesteryears. To espy the luscious grass that once upon a time got me many a slippering for daring to trespass upon it, brought a wide smile. I would love to say that we jumped off the bus with gusto, but it was more a slow limber as we try to stand erect (titter you not ??) after a two-hour journey! We then embraced those who made their own way there and then headed off to the secret location that I had managed to secure for the class of 75. Yes, favourable treatment.

Then after getting changed, we rushed, okay sauntered over to the cricket pitch. Everyone was there! To see sooooo many old faces, and I mean old faces ?? was a sight to behold! There was tears, laughter, Zimmer frames, and more spectacles that can be found in Vision Express!

Lots of people were hugging, saying hello and some whilst hugging and saying hello were thinking: did I bully you in school? I could see some uneasy embraces going on ?? Then it was great to see KBY (Kickass Badboy from Yorkshire) and Mr. Morgan, who gave many awkward embraces, I wonder, hmmmm ? ?

Then we saw Tanja Sadler........ and then we didn’t????? Where did you disappear? We needed you to emulate your father and bend the rules in our favour ?? Then the match was ready to start. We won the toss. For some reason we allowed them to bat first ……. And then Alzheimer’s kicked in. Next thing I knew I was arm in arm with my fellow 1975 inmates doing the hokey kokey to Sister Sledge at the school disco. Go figure. You can see the video attached with carefully choreographed steps and some very impressive high kicking going on. Some might say we look like a bunch of geriatrics performing an awful version of Saturday Night Fever, but I think we look very professional and quite cuuuutttte.

The end!

Ps: I had my arm twisted by a baying Mob who convinced me to do this ghastly reunion ONE MORE TIME! I GUESS I’LL SEE YOU FUNKY GUYS NEXT YEAR!

As Del Boy would say: Au Revoir ??

Pss: Biscuits!!! Inside Joke! ??