We held the prizegiving in the meeting room downstairs and the Maestro duly received the Iberian Cup - for the 6th time:
Then it was my turn to be on the receiving end - Malcolm was delighted to see the back of the Wee Cup:
We went out to nearby restaurant Bodegan El Pato for dinner, where the walls were adorned with old farming implements etc. Syd was good enough to do the the Grim Reaper pose:
Back at our hotel, Archie did his usual and wound up the customers in the lounge for the arrival of that well known superstar, Rodney Dangerfield, whose last gig was at the Grant Arms, Grantown on Spey 2 months ago. It didn't take our Rodney long to get up on the chairs and roar out his renowned rendition of House of the Rising Sun:
Archie - you are officially evil. It was gone midnight by now and we had long ago discovered that any sounds coming from the lounge reverberated straight up to the bedrooms above. It took all of 2 minutes for the Duty Manager to arrive and ask for Rodney to leave his stage, whereupon he was greeted in Anglo Saxon, which, in turn, prompted him to threaten calling Security. The rest of us onlookers scarpered to our rooms - but the show did finish, as requested.
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