camber used to be cool,
i cooked full english for loads of the london lot on the silly little cooker in one of their chalets word got around that breakfast was on the go and i coulda started my own transport cafe.
in return that got me took to the best boozing meetups in rye after sessions and we avoided the main gates coming back, cos albert broad used to hide behind a bush there to catch the late returners.
goinggoinggone.......that happened at twickenham too,it was a black gentleman giving the prayer and i gotta say its the best prayer i ever heard, he nearly took the roof off it was so rousing and expressive (and sooo cheerful) then he said summat like *jehovah we thank you!* no amen, and walked off the stage....the only thing it was short of was a hallelujah at the end, any prayer i'd heard at a meeting or assembly over the years could never compete with that one.
it was like a whoopee goldberg moment from sister act.