"Can you write about skittles?" asked Neville, after someone had tipped him off that I would be going.
"Well, there are nine of them, they’re about fifteen inches tall and they’re made of wood. Is there anything else I can say?" Not quite what Neville had in mind!
The Parish Skittles evening took place on Friday 28th November at the Somerset Arms. It now appears to be an annual event, and I must say I remembered many of this year’s skittlers from last year.
I told a few people that I had the task of writing about the evening for the magazine.
"Why don’t you be a roving reporter and get a few apt quotes?" someone suggested, so that is what I did.
"It’s always a friendly evening and an opportunity to meet people you may not have known before," said Audrey Turner, and I had been under the impression that she knew everybody!
"An excellent opportunity to identify the people who have had a misspent youth," said Paul Wilkinson, not knowing his son David was going to win the match!
"The turnout's higher than usual," said Liz Adams, " so get your tickets early next year."
"Even when there are nine skittles I can still miss," said Gilly, " but if I aim for the gaps I might hit one."
"I haven’t played this for twenty-five years," said one of the older members of the group, and then she demolished most of the skittles in one go.
"What skittle shall I aim for?" asked Sara Coates, and then managed to be the first and only person to hit a chair.
Yes, it was a fun packed evening, culminating in Killer, which came to a nailbiting showdown between Steve Whittingham and David Wilkinson. Just before David’s victory, Steve was heard to say
"Some people are on the alley. They think it’s all over. It is now!"
David Webber