Once upon a time in
the West Midlands (my apologies for the over use of Western movie
metaphors and references in advance). Note - All attendees/absentees
have been given
famous actor avatars (So very 21st century!)
'Give me the youth and I will give you back the adult Hurler' – Pope Paul XXIII (1922)
Attendees
- Hibbo – Brad Dexter – a straight guy with no angles (and “a
surprising aftertaste”, according to the CAMRA guide
- Gibbo –Robert Vaughan – HMG Health Warning – “No woman over
40 is safe in this man’s company” (the Warren Beatty of the “odd
socked ensemble”)
- Leo – Steve McQueen – the “King of Cool” or the “Cooler
King” - take your pick
- Keenan - James Coburn – the “Duke of Cool” or the “Camper
King” – “In like Flint”
- Darce – Charles Bronson - (plays an Irishman in the “Magnificent
Seven” film– FFS)
- Tim – Horst Buchholz –fittest Hurler & our “Eddy Merckx”
– a 2-wheeled whirlwind
Notable Absences (and their
avatars)
- Cowlers – John Wayne (“is big leggy?!”) – the much missed
“Boswell” of the Hurlers
- Priesty – Yul Brynner – our Captain/Skipper – much missed –
love and best wishes to you and your tribe, Skipper!
- Conrad –‘Enry Fonda –he wears his Syrup well & is Pritti’s
“dark Irishman” – enuff said
- Pedz Morrell - Randolph Scott – integrity personified – the Man,
the Legend, the Hurler!
Ben Dan Morrell– Ben Foster (obvs) – Wild Card/Wild Guy and our Axe
man- Gibson brothers (Jack & Michael) – the Casey & Ben Affleck
of the Hurlers – lock up your daughters, your X boxes (and your
booze!)
- The Eyles Brothers – Joe, Robbie and Alex – three great young men
– polite, intelligent and gifted and so most of us ask – but then
how can they be hurlers? They’re polite, intelligent and gifted,
etc…. The simple answer is their “pater familias” (or their
dad, Leo, for the non-latin readers amongst you). As they say, “The
apple does not fall that far from the tree” and Les has managed to
get the cream of the crop by being a great parent, along with mum,
Jane.
- Katy Priest – Katy Perry – clever, kind and radiant (again, obvs)
- Dylan Priest – Colin Farrell (yet again, obvs) – the people’s
poet & “speaker of truth to power” (well, to his dad anyway…)
- Tom Priest – Arnie Hamner – the “young pretender” to Gibbo’s
Crown as the Hurler’s Lothario/Love Machine
- Mez – Russell Crowe – again obvs – as he’s both a sex god and
Aussie gladiator- “Strewth!”
- Peter Mullins (James Joyce) – the Claud Raines of the Hurlers (the
original “Invisible man”) not seen since his initiation at 8.04pm
on 7/11/82 (Mandela Bar), now believed to be living in Ireland for
Tax and Love purposes and writing his third novel: “My life-long
battle with Ring Pull Beer Cans – a comic opera in three parts”.
- Wheeldon (Roy Rogers) – the singing cowboy (& Hurler) - the
Lenny Cohen of the Hurlers was also sorely missed – “I was born
like this, I had no choice, I was born with the gift of a golden
voice…” But, at least his heart rending, if not heart breaking,
version of “Working on the railway” is immortalised forever in
the cyber world – see Cowlers’ Goat Hurlers blog for the link –
take care our cherished senior Hurler and our best wishes to you and
your clan.
In the absence of our esteemed scribe (Cowlers – the “Oscar Wilde” of the odd-socked Wild Bunch) and with no “father” of the Hurlers (Pedz (but, I call him “dad”) Morrell) and no Skipper (Priesty), yours truly is writing this match report, yes – its Gerard (“no space bar”) Darcy.
It was a subdued and tired bunch of five that rocked up to
“Hibbofest” (the alternative Hook Norton festival) and without
our much missed Captain, Steve Priest, the Yul Brynner to our
“Magnificent Seven” (or “Six”, as per the government
guidelines). It went without saying (though, I will say it) that the
well-worn and time-honoured traditions of “Hookey” were observed
in their absence;
The coffee morning at the Church, the Pear Tree pub running out of Beer, mushy pea fritters, Katy Hibbit defending her “Aunt Sally Junior World Champion” (official ASWF affiliated) status, the sing song at the Pear Tree followed by Gibbo fending off the local Cougars at about “closing time”. Alas, also no “Jude/June“and no “parrot lady” and all sorely missed but not forgotten.
Some say that the Hurlers are becoming like “The Wild Bunch”
(Peckinpah (1969) - a bunch of grumpy old men out of place in the
modern era of Sexting, Snapchat and “Tik Tok” and as a group has
now resorted to simply “kicking against the pricks”, in Beckett’s
cynical phraseology. So, the possibly tag line for this year was:
“Out of time, out of ammo and out of those uncomfortably tight ‘80s
sports shorts. (They just don’t fit anymore, like so many other
things).” Essentially, they, or rather we, could also be seen as
“Cultural Luddites” in an era of “#MeToo”, “Strictly...”,
etc., holding out against a Tsunami of political correctness, low cal
energy health drinks, Pelloton, “Bake Off” and “wokeness”.
But, we see ourselves rightly as upholding a long and cherished
British tradition of anti-fascist “bladdering” and talking
(non-sponsored/uncensored) bollocks and long may it continue.
“They’ll always be a Hurler, as where ever odd socks are worn,
pints are drunk and tall tales recounted, there will always be Hurler
will be standing guard, if only in spirit …”
Luckily, there’s a new generation of Hurlers coming through to
brave both the barbs and the brickbats and carry on the noble (and
ignoble) Hurler traditions:
Such young acolytes, stalwarts and devotees as Ben Morrell (the
Hurlers’ “Hendrix”), the Gibson Brothers (Jack and Michael,
altogether now -“Cuba…you dance to the music like nobody does…”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZKOjuh-cTs),
Katy Priest (the Hurlers’ very own still quiet voice of sanity in
the drink-filled nights of madness) and Dylan Priest (the Keith Moon
of the Hurlers – “People try to put us down…why don’t you
all, just fade away…”). Tom Priest, the quiet man of the tribe,
but quick witted with a pithy put-down and even quicker at sinking
his pint – good man.
Others will no doubt in time join this gallant band of brothers and
sisters – “we, lucky few…” Anyway, more power to your
drinking elbows - “…may the road rise up to meet you and the sun
be always at your back….” Not forgetting Katy Hibbitt, our
youngest and newest Hurler - the voice of youth and reason. She will
be soon off to University in the next few years taking her Aunt Sally
trophies and her newly minted Hurlers T-shirt with her. Her obvious
University choices via UCAS are Warwick, Warwick and yes –
Manchester.
It was said that “If a man is tired of the Hurlers, he is tired of
life”. Actually, it was Samuel Johnson writing about London, but if
the t-shirt fits….
We rode up to Hibbo’s ranch (well, we all drove) and so were very
much in need of refreshment, food and good companionship and were
well pleased with our host and his lovely home and his gracious
hospitality. Basically, we had a great time. Some serious chat mixed
with high jinks – see assorted photos on What’s App. Gibbo
regaled us about his time in Chicago (the City not the Musical) on
“procurement business”. Gibbo has now assumed the mantle of the
ultimate lovrve Hurler and prime Cougar bait – “Women want to be
with him and men want to be him!” (I just want him to buy me a
pint, to be frank! – GD) He’s a lucky old Hurler and no
mistake, which he graciously concedes.
With Leo then, at length, lamenting BHA’s prospects in the coming
Footie year in the “Scouse/Manc Football League” or “the
Premiership”, as some would more optimistically call it and playing
his Joni Mitchell collection bringing a suitable mature introspection
to the late night discussions. Leo also helpfully shared the on-going
car crash that is West Ham’s season (2-1 to the Gooners).
The Keenans were delightful and generous companions and vocal
contributors to our “putting the world to rights” late night
discussion – all held in good spirits (70% proof) and Paula and
Rachel kindly putting up with my PC ramblings. Tim told us about his
quite varied year, his travels for work before Covid turned up to
spoil the party as it were, his family and his dog Bramble and his
run of bad luck on the International Backgammon circuit – “You
roll the dice and you take your luck…”, as our world weary
philosopher and playboy succinctly puts it. Tim also brought the best
sausages to general approval and acclaim (except Hibbo, who was
jealous, as Tim had produced a better sausage).
Pre-drinking ensemble, before the mayhem started and things
snowballed…
The Beers
(Table devised by Katy
Hibbitt – newly crowned “Queen of the Hurlers”)
Name
|
Brewery
|
ABV
|
Tasting
notes
|
Hobgoblin
|
Wychwood
|
4.5%
|
Brewed
with smooth, rich chocolate & crystal malts and a blend of
fuggles & styrian golding hops. Expect a delicious,
full-bodied toffee flavour and a fruity finish of figs, raisins
and dates.
|
Mad
Goose
|
Purity
|
4.2%
|
A
zesty pale ale with a smooth and citrusy finish. Brewed with
English Maris Otter, Caragold and Wheat malts, with Pilgrim
bittering hops and Cascade and Willamette aroma hops with an IBU
48.
|
Cheltenham
Gold
|
Goffs
|
4.5%
|
American
Hopped Golden Ale - Winner Beer of the Year by CAMRA 2017. A
smooth APA with bold tropical fruit aromas. Not just for the
races!
|
Sussex
Best
|
Harvey’s
|
4%
|
Hugely
popular flagship bitter with a distinctive hoppy finish. Finest
Maris Otter malted barley is supplemented with a dash of Crystal
malt for balance. The hops used are a blend of four different
local varieties.
|
Black
Fox Porter
|
Red
Fox
|
4.8%
|
This
is the Red Fox beer that has won the most awards (so far!),
including Champion Winter Porter of Great Britain in 2016. A rich
black beer, very malty with smooth chocolate notes and hints of
liquorice. Smooth, but not too dry.
|
London
Pride
|
Fuller’s
|
4.7%
|
Brewed
with a rich, distinctive base of British malt and a diverse blend
of target, goldings, challenger & northdown hops for vibrancy
and balance. The essence of our Capital City and the people who
call it home.
|
Black
Sheep IPA
|
Black
Sheep
|
4.6%
|
Brewed
using a blend of three new world hops; Simcoe, Citra and Columbus,
Black Sheep IPA is a ferocious and hop-dominant pint with fragrant
notes of tropical fruits and citrus. The pale malt blend provides
a light and gentle base that allows the hops to sing on the palate
and showcase their plethora of fruity and piney features. A sharp
spike of hop bitterness works beautifully with the malt to leave a
crisp and refreshing finish.
|
The winner by quite some margin was “Black Fox Porter”, a beer
that truly lived up to its “chocolate and liquorice flavours”
reputation and was Paula Keenan’s choice – well played,
that Hurler!
It was a mellow vibe to this year’s alternative to Hookey and a
good time was had by all. Luckily or unfortunately (take your pick),
the “Swedish wife swap stick game” or “Agnetha, where’s my
keys to the Saab?” game was cancelled, as Pedz has the full SWS©
kit and the handsomely hand tooled fondue set that is its
centrepiece. As in so many areas, Pedz, the spiritual father of the
Hurlers – the “odd socked Kierkegaard of Greater Manchester”
was sorely missed, if only for the wit, insight and camping
equipment/sports gear, that he brings to such proceedings. “Next
year in Stockholm…” as we say in my local Ikea….
The Pyramid
- After virtual manufacturing, virtual sex and other such
modern new-fangled things -
the Virtual Pyramid
NB: Use of chairs & other
marital aids….
I’m a Firestarter, twisted Firestarter….
After consuming a large quantity of beer and Gibbo having assumed the
mantle of Peter “the Cat” Bonneti in goal – good job, Gibbo,
Les was the Sir Les Ferdinand on the pitch itself showing the silky
skills of a young Steve Bland. So, what would any sensible very drunk
adult do next –yes – start the largest fire west of California –
luckily, a team of firefighters were on stand–by.
The Aftermath
On Sunday morning, Gibbo made a new friend in Brodie, a brown and
black British Bulldog that was being boarded at Hibbo’s. Brodie
decided to try and eat (or mate) with one of Gibbo’s expensive
walking trainers and a Carry on type chase ensued – just imagine
“Yakkety Sax”, the Benny Hill chase music as the soundtrack,
thankfully Gibbo eventually got his trainer and dignity back. What
can we say about our host, generous and kind with a lovely home and a
wonderful family – all I can say is if the Hurlers does one of
those “Life Swap buddy” film comedies, where the stoner loser
swaps his life with his successful friend and usually starring Jason
Bateman and Seth Rogan and set in Boston (can I be the “Seth” to
Andy’s “Jace”). He was the most attentive of hosts and great
fun to be with. As we said several times over the last few days, we
should really have more meet ups like this as we are all getting
older – thank you, my old friend and our collective best wishes to
all of the Hibbitt clan.
Jason Bateman in “The
Railway Tram” enjoying a quiet pint and social distancing “mosh
pitting”.
Next year in Hookey (or “Hookey 2021”, as it’s started to be
called, those modern bloggers and their fancy ways), the suggested
themes for the Hurlers’ “comeback” tour, so far, are:
“Reservoir Dogs”,
Ol’ Red Eyes is back,
Swedish Games and Leisurewear (‘72-78 – platform shoes/loon
pants optional),
“The Sons of Lee Marvin”,
French Philosophers from Rousseau to Derrida,
Modern English Poetry,
The “Survivors Ball”(a Warwick homage),
Spinal Tap Tribute Act
“Avoiding Cougar attack” – a short optional seminar by R
Gibson (Zoom facilities are available)
Postmodern Cultural Marxism in a modern setting and
1940s Hollywood Noir Films – Bogart et al (again trench-type
raincoat optional).
Voting will be in the usual way – a modified STV system with our
much missed skipper, Priesty, making the final call.
Love, peace and light to
all and all joking/bantering aside: We all hope you are all keeping
well and some of our absent friends and their families are in our
daily thoughts, hopes and prayers.
To quote Roger McGough (yes – I know he’s a scouser, but I like
him - GD) -
“When all is said and done, there’s nothing
more to say and nothing more to do.”