Red Rose Cave and Pothole Club - Newsletter Vol. 6 No. 7 - December 1969 / January 1970
PLUM PUDDING.
Once again Christmastide is upon us
followed inevitably by the Club dinner. The photographers anxiously await the return
of their developed masterpieces. Each night
a light in Jim’s window reveals a lone figure crouched despairingly over a
glittering trophy; he thinks of Ron Bliss - the Armstrong Jones of caving, of
jovial Jack Grant, and all the other fiendish shutter-clicking, lens
twiddling fanatics. Yet
our minds must turn to other traditions. The annual mammoth hunt must commence
soon to ensure their seasonable delicacy can once again be partaken of at the
Dinner. The round-up should be easier this year with Hodges' new improved B.M.W. (his bicycle)?
Pete has been heard practicing the mating
cell of the hairy-tusked mammoth at the bottom of Lancaster Hole. Those
privileged enough to have heard him have been aastounded by his vocal agility and think he will be a great success with the mammoths. He is the obvious
choice for the hunt-leader.
STOP PRESS.
Who B.B.C. have rejected a
generous offer by our esteemed President to broadcast a Christmas message to the nation in place of the Queen. We have also suffered a painful
affront from N.A.S.A. who have refused to put a satellite in orbit to improve the reception of the magis box at Bull Pot farm - this was despite a democratic vote at the last committee meeting.
Dave Creedy.