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Treakle New Years Eve Do 2006 The Boot Ansley Common

With Christmas over it was time to look forward to the next, and last great drinking event of the year. New Years Eve. The Land Lord of the pub we meet up at every week had very kindly offered us the back room of the pub for a party. Game on!

We arrived unfashionably early to find the DJ gear in the corner, but non of the club about. So I did the only thing you can do in these situations & headed for the bar. One of the best things about The Boot is its well kept real ales. Normally I’d have a pint of Abbot, but there was a seasonal ale called Rosy Nosey which sounded just too good to pass on. I was rewarded with a VERY drinkable pint.
Whilst at the bar I was told by a young lad that ‘ The Bikers aren’t here yet’. BIKERS! BIKERS! WE ARE SCOOTERISTS!!!!!!!!

With Gordon, Penny & a few more of our motley crew arriving we set up the DJ gear & generally got our selves ready for the night ahead which consisted of more Rosy Nosey & some tunes from Treakle’s other resident but never spoken of DJ the PC.

The back room was really beginning to fill up by the time I got up to do my first set. In the absence of Leg End Les who had other DJ commitments that night, I got up & did an hour of Northern Soul. Not normally something I’d do normally but with a long night ahead I thought I’d keep up the tradition of the first of being Northern Soul. It was a bit of a journey of discovery, finding stuff I’d forgotten I’d got & some stuff I wish I hadn’t found.

2 pints of Rosy Nosey please.

With Gordon taking over playing a thankfully more varied variety of music it was time to party with the rest of the club. There’s no better bunch of people I’d rather party with & I wasn’t let down either. Everyone was really up for it which made for plenty of banter, piss taking, dancing & generally being Treakle.

2 more pints of Rosy Nosey please.

After what seemed like 20 minutes I was back behind the decks. With the Rosey Nosey now working its magic I was more up for playing music. Things were going well when I heard the immortal words ’do you want some of this brother?’ Its all down hill from here. Gordon hands me a bottle of Rum & Black & says have a swig. There were many more of these moments during my set & whilst I managed to finish the set feeling fine, I was going to be extremely pissed in an hour or so & decided the planned 60’s set I was going to play later was out the window. There was no way on earth I could have seen straight to play anything, so I settled for a dance & a chat with the rest of the club & leave Gordon to it. To some this may have been a blessing. I’d definitely been Treakled. Hic.

Pint of Water please Bar Keep

With Midnight fast approaching I lent Gordon my famous Mikey Mouse watch to keep an eye on the time & waited for the traditional 5,4,3,2,1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!
I staggered round wishing everyone a happy new year & then went back to partying.
Things had really gone up a gear now & with the club anthem playing we all headed to the dance floor for a bit of wrecking. In the state I was in it mainly consisted of being shoved about, still fun though.
I heard Trina shreak , nothing unusual in that till I saw her hobbling. She’d been Bobbed! Again! Turned out she’d broken a toe. Ouch! Still, it came out in a lovely kaleidoscope of blue, black, green & yellow.

Time was really flying & at 02.20 the last tune was played. Thinking it was the end of the party we said our good bye’s & gladly accepted Shelly’s offer of a lift. Had I have realised the Land Lord was going to offer a free bar I’d have stayed to test the theory I’d recently read about that alcohol doesn’t kill brain cells as is often thought. Try again next year?

Another top Treakle night.
Thanks to all Treakle’s past & present for another fantastic year of Scootering. I wouldn’t want to be in any other club.

Ride safely

Nige