Party Politics

Happy faces, drunken glances, slurred chances, misconstrued passes. Clovelly people leave their inhibitions tucked up behind closed doors and venture out to the wrecked Red Lion, taking part and making themselves apart of the, oh! how exciting, RNLI, SOS fund raising, curry and quiz night.

The curry is released upon the public at a bargain for some £5.00, while the questions are unleashed pouring fluidly onto and into an already volatile collection of quick drinking, quicker thinking, rather too serious quizzers.

Like most nights in the gathered bar, there is always one that has had that one more than enough and ends up legless, trouserless and unless someone sorts him out, homeless!

With thanks to someone who shall remain nameless, the night was double booked with a fine collection of ladies darters who enjoyed the full moon spectacle put on show by a tipsy quiz team member. The dark, star blessed night rollicked on under a mess of unheard questions raising a pretty penny for a worthwhile cause.

Hardly a night passes before the hallowed, ale stained floors of the ready for anything Lion bears witnesses once more to the ever so, regret it in the morning, drunken sailor, sing song, collateral damaged drunks. It was the night of the Clovelly Estate Companies staff party.

The night began with the gathering staff collecting together at the red hot, fire side watering hole, tempered by concessionary full glasses, with thanks to the Lord of the Manor, and gradually spreading out to fill the bars in search of food and music. A few unwelcome deposits with limited baseline programming arrive to find drinks and retreat into a darker corner, while our Alpha male, Lord of all he surveys, wanders amongst his subjects, some of which, unaware of rhythm have found the dance floor and are intent on making a good night of it.

Surrounded by local people enjoying the fruits of village life, coming together for a night of fun and belly chuckling laughter, seeing old friends. With the parish hierarchy blending seamlessly with the lower and even lower classes, realizing that this is what being part of a community is all about, the living, working, struggling and playing together, where our children share the experience of school and the elderly have the company of the young. For some it maybe just a place to live for many others it's home. Party on.