Giant Bradley Days over

Well it seems that this years Giant Bradley day went by with very little trouble compared to previous years, though the Griffin Inn suffered a smashed window, someone threw a bottle/brick through it as they ran past apparently , a crowd from the pub gave chase but never caught the culprit and Pizza Planet suffered the same fate in the early hours of Sunday morning, , the only other incidents that I heard of were a fight in the Beer Garden of the Half Moon and possibly an incident at the Londeborough Arms, neither of which I saw personally.

As for Giant Bradley day itself, I was slightly disappointed this year as there didn’t seem as many stalls as previous years and it appeared that only the very centre of the High Street was occupied by these few stalls, thus preventing some shops from getting the full advantage of the crowds who came (15,000 apparently, though I find this a little hard to believe).

They’d also managed to get the statue of the man himself up in time for the celebrations and remarkably he survived without any damage being done to him over the weekend (think alot of people were surprised by this, though there’s plenty of time between now and next years GB Day for something to happen to the big guy), I was at least expecting a Hull City scarf or maybe top to have been placed on him.

The weekend also gave me the chance to see a few face’s I hadn’t seen in a while and catch up on whats been happening in there life’s, didn’t get to see Gary this time round though, but did have the pleasure of his brother Dave for a little while.

My most enjoyable night of the weekend was going into the Griffin Inn and while buying a pint hearing a voice behind discussing me with someone, they were apparently telling this person I was a dodgy character or some such thing, upon turning round I discovered it was a gentlemen who was a few years younger then me at School called Kevin **rd (I think his names **rd anyway), so I asked him if he’d either like to repeat what he had said about me or at least have the decency in future to either say something to my face or ensure I wasn’t in earshot next time, I dont think he was prepared for that and proceeded to deny saying anything and then asking me what I’d heard him say, so I repeated his comments and continued to embarrass him in front of his friends, though I must admit his friends were kind enough to take the heat off him by taking up his case and asking if I was dodgy, I replied that at one time I may have been seen as a dodgy person, but then again that was 12 years ago and unlike them I have moved on with my life.

So Kevin if your reading this may I suggest that you to move on with your life and maybe get some new clothes, those you were wearing that night are starting to look a little bit dated, I’d also suggest that in future you refrain from making scurrilous remarks about people you know nothing about and stick to something that you do know “Propping a bar up in Market Weighton”

Apart from that little incident the weekend went well and as per usual the drinking carried on into the early hours.

Anyway just a quick hello to all those I met :

Widds, Nick Cayzer, Andy Kay, George, Sarah, Alice, Mike, Dean, Jeanie, Chris, Leslie, Jamie, Steve, Katie, Nikki, Wacca to name just a few

I should also mention as we were leaving Holme upon Spalding Moor on our way back to Manchester, we pulled up at the local shop to get some drinks and food for the journey and I saw Nick Durrant, someone I haven’t seen or heard from in over 22yrs, managed to say a quick hello and ask what he was doing, he’s living somewhere in Leicestershire now and was up here visiting him mother anyway as did’nt have much time to chat so we both said we’d look forward to seeing each again in another 20yrs

2 thoughts on “Giant Bradley Days over

  1. Vince, at least people remember who you are when you go back!!!

    Don’t get too hung up on the people who don’t have the sense to make a path out of there.

    Anyway, dodgy?? You?? never in a million! 🙂

  2. Yeah but I probably get back a bit more then you, plus think you left Weighton well before I did, so that won’t help, plus I have added bonus of having Harold as me dad, so it’s not gonna be that hard for people not to remember me.

    As for getting hung up on it, I don’t normally, but thought to myself that night what the fcuk has this little shit ever done with his life, I actually used to talk him in the belief that he was actually a decent sort of guy, maybe not a mate but at least someone to still say hello to.

    Anyway in future I know better then to waste my time talking to him, he’ll have to learn about the outside world from his usual source “TV” from now on.

    Anyway hows life down south you southern puff 🙂

    Hey Hull won as well while I was back, so even more reason to love being a YorkshireMan 🙂

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