Take me home please
Cooke's, 48 Goldhawk Road, W12
Season 2010-2011

ROUND 7
28.01.'11

played
eels (4)
pie (4)
mash (3)
afters (2)
liquor (1)
sum
total
NICK EVANS
7
1
2
1
0.5
1
17
130
TOM LEADER
3
           
72
RICHARD LUCAS
4
           
72
DAVID ARKELL
2
           
62
LEN WILCOCK
2
           
62
BRIAN CATCHPOLE
3
0
3
2
0
2
20
52
TERRY CECIL
2
           
38
DENISE ROUSE
3
0
1
1
0
1
8
35
GRAHAM McLAURIN
2
           
34
EDWARD MOSSE
3
0
2
1
0
1
12
32
DOUGLAS BENFORD
2
1
1
1
0.5
1
13
30
RON COX
2
           
28
PAUL GRICE
2
           
28
BEN HAYES
2
           
28
MAX SHANKLY
1
           
22
SCOTT CECIL
1
           
20
ANDY POTTS
1
           
16
ALAN SMITH
2
           
16
LUKE ROBERTS
1
0
2
2
0
1
15
15
JAMIE TANNER
1
           
15
PHILLIPPA TANNER
1
           
15
JASON SHARP
1
           
14
ROB RICE
1
           
13
STUART FROST
1
           
12
JOHN LEACH
1
           
12
MIKE WENT
1
           
12
JUDITH DESCHAMPS
1
0
1
1
0
1
8
8
PHIL THOMPSON
1
           
8
ROY TANNER
1
           
6
JILL CROPPER
1
           
4

The club sought out A. Cooke of the Goldhawk Road for a steam-powered lunch this 28th of January last. We wanted to show our support for this esteamed establishment as it is under threat from the bulldozers of the bully boy 'bush developers, boo! You can do your bit to show solidarity in the face of capitalist expansionism by [a] having your lunch there or [b] join the facebook group dedicated to save this space.

Douglas Benford was already installed and ingesting heartily, having punished his pedals all the way from Brentford.

Second cyclist Luke Roberts pie-led in with a healthy appetite after the ride from Clapham's nethers.

There was no teddy bear's picnic in the children's corner. Sadly the inflatable Mr Blobby was retired upstairs after a run-in with an enraged tot.

Parked up in the rear dining room was cyclist number three Brian Catchpole in full reflective gear. Where r = length of cycle route, Catchpole's Formula for Satisfaction is pie x r squared.

Table companion and historian-of-note Judith Deschamps is able to reach the state of nirvana through the mystical practice of 'pie-lates'. The link between pies and higher states of consciousness is further proven by an interesting article I tracked down in northern newsrag 'Wigan Today' from 2009: Meet Wigan's Psychic Pieman.

Denise was down from Berko again, and it can't be long before her pie miles laid end-to-end exceed them what me and Rikk Lucas racked up on the trip to Walton.

The pies were delicious by the way.

Edward Mosse, a St George's flag and a plate of pie and mash is a combination to stir the heart of any Englishman.

Catchpole counts out the coinage for seconds, earning himself the day's top score of 20.

The friendly physogs of Pie and Mash.

Doug and I fancied a second helping of steam, this time a steamed spotted dick on which we went halvos. A fantastic aroma of cloves came up with each plunge of the spoon.

I suggested the bar area be extended to include an upright piano for knees ups and singsongs but it fell on [tone] deaf ears.

The three cycleteers; speed, power and endurance are necessary attributes for winning the race but when it's all over who'll be wearing the custard-coloured cardi? My shilling's on Catchpole, the only man here old enough to have featured in Lelouch's 1965 tribute to the Tour de France, Pour Un Maillot Jaune. You can watch it in glorious low resolution here.

Allez les rosbifs! St@