A Half-Hearted Write Up Of The Dave Rayner Dinner 2007 While We Wait For A Train
Published by Halverde on 11/11/2007 at 15:45.
We went to the Dave Rayner Dinner!
There were lots of famous people, and lots of possibly-famous people who always seem to be at those events. Even though we still bear him a huge grudge for ignoring an important email we sent more than a year ago, David Harmon was very good.
The dinner involved a meal, unsurprisingly. There was a menu. It listed the things that everyone ate, apart from the things that the vegetarian people ate.
There was also an auction. It came with a list that looked like this:
The highlight was the original signed yellow jersey from Gino Bartali that was donated by Sir Jimmy Saville. Amazingly, it only went for £2,100. We'd have paid ten times that if we could afford to. No amount of money would be too high for that item. We bet Jimmy Saville's quite upset now then. Now then.
After that, a little bit more stuff happened, mostly involving not winning at the raffle. We got chips on the way home and listened to some drunk rugby players swearing, which was good because it proved that Harrogate isn't THAT posh.
Epilogue
We know we've got a sofa to sleep on, but which hotel room is it in again?
Aw shit.
There were lots of famous people, and lots of possibly-famous people who always seem to be at those events. Even though we still bear him a huge grudge for ignoring an important email we sent more than a year ago, David Harmon was very good.
The dinner involved a meal, unsurprisingly. There was a menu. It listed the things that everyone ate, apart from the things that the vegetarian people ate.
There was also an auction. It came with a list that looked like this:
The highlight was the original signed yellow jersey from Gino Bartali that was donated by Sir Jimmy Saville. Amazingly, it only went for £2,100. We'd have paid ten times that if we could afford to. No amount of money would be too high for that item. We bet Jimmy Saville's quite upset now then. Now then.
After that, a little bit more stuff happened, mostly involving not winning at the raffle. We got chips on the way home and listened to some drunk rugby players swearing, which was good because it proved that Harrogate isn't THAT posh.
Epilogue
We know we've got a sofa to sleep on, but which hotel room is it in again?
Aw shit.
