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Let me start by saying the Boxing Day Bubble and Squeak was firmly up to scratch and a true delight. Fatha got a Fresh turkey and it was delicious. Enough, even for me. I had a lovely bottle of Red Wine, which I got BOGOF from my Company Secret Santa, to go with it, 9 years old, but as Dad had plenty more, it didn't get drunk at the time. More on this later. Christmas Eve boozing was a good laugh with most folks in attendance either on the previous Friday Night or Xmas Eve Night itself. All except you know who? Bah... Thumb-bug!! Even Bollocks who turned up Xmas Eve, although he proved rather hard to track down initially.

Had a drink with Dad Christmas day in the Coach which was a little crowded, but they had opened a special bottle of Bourbon in my honour, so I had to have a double of that before Dinner. And a couple of pints.
Father was delighted with the Smiley Hitler T-Shirt I bought him, and two lovely relaxing days were had in the Waterfield House before Nic and his rabble descended to trash the place. (Thank God for having your own gaff). Then Darren and Helen arrived, so we all went for a drink. The following morning, Big Bro arrived just as Nic Clan were planning to leave in the afternoon, so despite his attempts otherwise, Dad had to endure another whole day of a house full of yelling kids. Phew!!

In the evening I went for a few jars with Cottom, Mike and Wilson. Yes, I did invite my brother to join us but he preferred to stay in and drink my bottle of Red Wine which I'd been saving for New Years Day. Thanks for that, Phil!!! Try asking next time before you help yourself. Like Dad's gonna buy a £10 bottle of Vino. NOT.

I was supposed to be ringing in the New Year with Paul at The Gate Pub (which I've never been to) There was even an Irish band playing there apparently which would be cool, but needless to say, the 3 days I had endured round at Dad's with Nic's kids both having streaming colds, took their toll, and by the morning of News Years Eve I was bunged up, sinussy and a stiff neck and headache that I just couldn't shift. So in the end I had to deff out the New Year piss up at the Gate. Anyway, Paul was being collected by Taxi at 7.30 and picked up at 1.30 in the morning. That’s 6 hours odd boozing. There's no way I could handle that. I popped up to the Coach New Years Eve for a bit to see if the drink would make me feel better but after 2 pints and a double scotch I felt desperate. I was back home by 9.15 and in bed by 11.30. I dunno why Paul was going back at 1.30 am. I mean surely after 4 hours boozing and everyone’s done the Auld Lang Syne bit, who wants to stay for another hour and a half. Not me. Add to that you’ve probably gotta wait at least another half hour for the taxi to arrive. Groan. Did I do the right thing or what?

And now I'm back at work already. Nice.

And I still haven't seen Sproggie.

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A brief History of Coleshill

Coleshill began life in the Iron Age, before the Roman Conquest of 43AD, as a settlement on the south face of Grimstock Hill. Evidence of Hut Circles was found by archaeologists at the end of the 1970's. These excavations showed that throughout the Roman period there was a Romano-Celtic temple on Grimstock Hill. It had developed over the earlier Iron Age huts and had gone through at least three phases of development. The area was at the junction of two powerful Celtic Tribes - the Coritanii to the east from Leicester, and to the west the Cornovii from Wroxeter.

In the post Roman or Arthurian period (The Dark Ages) the nucleus of Coleshill moved about a kilometre to the south - to the top of the hill. Here the present church is set and the medieval town developed around it. By 1066 the town was a Royal Manor held by King Edward (the confessor) and is recorded in the Domesday Survey of 1086 as land held by William the Conqueror. Henry II granted the manor to the de Clinton family, then it passed to the de Montford's who had moated manor houses at Coleshill and Kingshurst. King Henry VII granted the lands to Simon Digby in 1496. His descendants (Wingfield-Digby) still hold the titles.

During the Coaching Trade and the Turnpike Trusts Coleshill became important as a major staging post on the coaching roads from London to Holyhead and from London to Chester to Liverpool. At one point there were over twenty inns in the town. The Coleshill to Lichfield Turnpike dates from 1743.

Many former coaching inns remain in Coleshill, mostly along the High Street and Coventry Road.

One of the most notable buildings in the town is the Parish Church Church of St Peter and St Paul at the top of the Market Square. It has a 52 metre (170ft) high steeple, one of the finest in Warwickshire, dating from the 13th century. Inside there is a 12th century font of Norman origin, which is one of the finest examples in the country. There are also medieval table tombs with effigies of Knights, including John de Clinton. Just outside the south door are the preserved remains of a medieval cross.

In the Market Square are the preserved remains of the Pillory and Whipping Post that were used to punish the town drunks and bakers selling underweight loaves.

Simon Digby was awarded the manor of Coleshill in 1496 by King Henry VII, following the Battle of Bosworth and the execution of Simon de Montford for helping in the attempt to oust the King.

One of the most infamous residents of Coleshill was John Wynn, a local cinema owner who, during World War II was caught transmitting information to the Germans.

I really should cut down

LEGENDARY MEANNESS

Adrian writes in Wilson's biography, "Everyone agrees that he was mean. Quite simply he was acknowledged as the tightest man in show business, with a pathological dread of reaching into his pocket."

Friends remember he would persuade strangers to buy him a drink using Germanic cunning. He would stand at a bar, and, when he made eye-contact with a stranger say 'Yes?' to which the stranger would reply, "Can I get you a drink?" Wilson would reply 'What are you drinking?' to which the stranger would think he was being offered a drink, state his preference and hear Wilson rejoin, "I'll have one as well." Another stunt was to leave a taxi, slipping something into the taxi driver's pocket saying, "Have a drink on me." That something turned out to be a tea bag.

He was also known for meanness of nature. In 1964 The Beatones were the opening act at the Royal Variety Performance but short of material. He asked Chester Drawers, a retired variety pro who had seen better days, for help. Chester went off to a hardware store and bought a paraffin heater, which he presented to Wilson telling him to walk on at the beginning, put it down in front of the audience and say, "They told me to go out there and warm them up." Wilson did, and the gag stormed. A few days later he met Chester along with fellow performers in Soho where he received much praise for his performance but offered not a word of thanks to Chester. At leaving time Chester asked a favour of Wilson, "My legs are not so good at the moment. Would it be possible for your driver to drop me off at my flat?" Wilson replied by saying, "I'm not a fucking taxi service."

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