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Southport Imaging Competition – 14/11/05 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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On a cold and wet November night on the 14th of November six intrepid members of the north’s most conquering snap happy club (NCPS – that’s us) trundled along to the sunnier climes of Southport. My dearly beloved (LCO) had let me off the lead for the night (which only happens when I’m very good) (she who must be obeyed was tendering after her 30+ little darlings). Phil Riley, Gordon & Joyce Robson and myself made rendezvous at Tony & Dorothy R’s pad. We decided that Gordon and Joyce would follow me – so, naturally, Gordon went a different way; but we soon met up again on Lord Street and made our way to the meeting place. Southport PS usually meet in the church annex, but the floor of the annex was being replaced, so we met in the church. I had the thrill of my life when walking down the aisle - I felt this wonderful warm feeling . It was the hot air heating system blowing up from the floor. Had it been blowing only slightly stronger then those with cameras could have snapped a Marilyn Munroe picture. Sitting on the pews it wasn’t long before the rumblings began, and not from the stomach area. Not being a regular church attendee, I found the pews were a tad hard. My bum was being frozen, reshaped, flattened and numbed at the same time. This has not happened to me since palming off the only daughter (Cuddly one - CO) onto that poor unsuspecting 6-foot plus spotty youth. (I still can’t thank him enough!) That day went well – CO was remembering what to do. Whilst walking down the aisle I could hear her repeat what I had told her – I’ll, alter, him - I’ll, alter, him, (aisle, altar, hymn) - this wasn’t exactly what I meant, but no one objected – and the deed was done. But I digress! Back to the competition: 9 clubs had entered; they being - Bebbington, Lytham St. Annes, NCPS, St.Helens, SLIC, Southport, South Liverpool, South Manchester & Wigan 10. Each club had been invited to show 11 different images from 11 different workers (the images were scanned and written to CD and viewed through a digital projector). The judge for the night was Keith Brown. Keith had to judge each image and take out 11 on each round (a football team's worth). Eight rounds were needed to determine the winner. Thankfully there was a bum-softening break after the 3rd round, when we could grab a drink and a bicky. Keith viewed all the images initially and then we went into battle. And guess what; in the first round the first image up was one from our own club and Keith took this image out. We then had to do some serious praying to improve our chances. Our prayers were answered, and we ended up being one of the strongest teams there - holding down 5 clubs and supporting 3. The final results were:
Our contingent left feeling quite chuffed: the night was still young, but no one took up my offer of a nightclub. I would however like to know what medication the judge was on, as I would like to give it a try. Keith's winning image was of a horse's mouth – not exactly what I would have chosen, but there again perhaps Mr. Ed had a word in his shell like. Another light hearted report from your "on the scene raving reporter" Dave Akers |
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