Sunday, 5 February 2012


We set off on our journey
With Kevin at the wheel
The car loaded up to bursting point
At last this trip was real

You’d think a nice country pub
Would be easy so to find
For a Friday lunch was needed
Food and beer were on our mind
 Each place that we stopped at
No longer did lunchtime grub
So we pressed on with our journey
Until we found a splendid pub

If you’re ever up in Crowland
The George and Angel is a must
The food was splendid and not expensive
With good beers that you can trust
Crowland is a strange place
Deep inside the fens
Trinity Bridge in the village centre
Where rivers once did bend

Refreshed we continued
On our way to Butlins in Skegness
For the festival of Rock and Blues
And Fellowship to address
 Any fears we may have had
About Butlins and chalets
Or facilities or food or anything
Were quickly blown away
Everything was splendid
Everything was just fine
Everything was set
For a damn good splendid time
The music was just awesome
So many stars old and new
And so many friendly people
United by their love of Rock & Blues
 We met old friends from everywhere
And made new friends along the way
We danced we drank we sang had fun
What more can I say?
 Kevin, Chris, Paul & Grant
Philippa & Fender Teddy too
Had a splendid time in old Skegness
So let’s keep it deeply blue.

Another thing that Butlin's at Skegness is famous for is its ducks!

Skeggy Ducks

Whilst at the Rock and Blues Festival
Up there in deepest Skegness
We grew partial to the ducks round our chalet
They all seemed to like our address!

Every morning they came around early
Looking for scraps or for food
To ignore them wasn’t an option
To have done so would have been rude

So we decided to give them all names
These ducks that we saw every day
There was L’Orange, Crispy & Hoi-sin
But I’m so sorry to say

Fillet of Breast didn’t like his name
And Bread-crumbs no not at all
But Strips in a Wrap and Ducky Kebab
Seemed to be having a ball

Yes we became very fond of the ducks
That flocked to our chalet each day
But you won’t see them round there again
Because, yum yum, they’ve all gone away!

Of course, we were not alone, Philippa came too!

Philippa Blue – A Blues Song!

Let me tell you all
‘bout this gal I know
She’s innocent
Pure as the driven snow
She’ll make you happy
She’ll make you blue
If you mistreat her
She’ll go down on you!

Oh she’s a babe
She’s such a doll
She’s Philippa Hole

The sign on her box
Say’s “Boy’s Night Out”
That’s somewhat perverse
Without a doubt
Her seals are intact
And that’s such a sin
For she’s surely made
For a boys night in!

Oh she’s a babe
She’s such a doll
She’s Philippa Hole

Oh she’s a babe
She’s such a doll
She’s Philippa Hole!

What a splendid weekend it was, great festival, great facilities, food, fellowship & fun!
 Until the next time, cool runnings one and all.
Grant Meaby, February 2012

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