CAISTER 2006

Weekend Report

After the superb time had by all at Caister 2005, Cheam returned once more to the festival where beer beats basketball... This time the Cheam cohorts numbered 17...

The minibus trip to the bracing sea air of Caister was swift and uneventful, and upon arrival we took in the familiar sights and sounds as we gathered in our disparate travellers.  Horrified by the news that we were starting at 9am against the REME (a new way of spelling Army!) we fortified ourselves at the new venue of the Carousel Club - the traditional wigs and new logo T-shirts were admired universally as old friends caught up with.  It was going to be a phenomenal weekend...

New T-Shirts!!!	MAAAAARVELOUS...	Cheam Stylin'...	Toy Story meets Hair Bear Bunch ...

The Oxford Posse!	Team Huddle...	Cheam rule the floor...	Kenny...

Cheam still standing...

Saturday morning and when the first person awoke at 8.30am (after the poker school through to 5am) we knew we were in trouble for making our first game at 9am. After driving like the wind, Bulldawg entertained a local shop with his technicolour yawning but we made it just in time to avoid forfeiting the game. The REME were in far better for than the Cheam boys - with running and jumping and sometimes running and jumping at the same time. Fortunately most of the game was an alcoholic blur and Cheam won the moral victory only losing by 46. A number of hours off to recuperate including returning to collect Heed and Bones who hadn't got up and we were back to the usual Caister losing ways against Solihull College - a tight loss by just one point with special thanks to Goggles for the Technical he gave out against us.  Things could only get better as we got to a local pub and got ourselves properly lubricated.  The importance of getting everyone some points was seen out in our final game with only Jackie Chan remaining a Caister Points Virgin. After all the ball bouncing rubbish it was time to get back and get on with the proper business...

Back to the Carousel of Carousing with our drinking Guru, Heed, we caught up with all our Caister Chums.  Our Elvis outfits drew gasps of approval from all who saw them and they matched our night of boozing to a T. When the "Flava" tunes had ended the Cheam Elvis' left the building and went on to invade Great Yarmouth!!! The next day fortified by the news that we had held the eventual runners-up to a mere 46 point win we watched as our chums at the Stags narrowly missed out to the eventual winners - the Met Police. We wended our ways home and vowed to return next year when Caister will be 25!

Dozer-Elvis	Elvis in the Building...	Are they ready for this?	What moves...	Mmm Beer...

"I've soiled myself"	Not so Elvisey	Uh-huh-huh	Elvis discussions	No comment required