Here's my belated post following Verbal & I's whirlwind trip to London for the Tacheback grand finale party...
Well, Verb' beat me to getting first post in, so before you go any further, pop over there and have a quick gander at wot 'e wrote.
You've done that already? Good. OK... what can I add? Well, we had our photos taken for the Tacheback magazine, and for GQ - doubtless I will be cropped out of the frame as they concentrate on Verbal's magnificent falsie.
How's about a few photos...
(1) We set up camp on the first table we spot in the Elbow Rooms. Both head straight to the lavs. In there we both try not to laugh at a gentlemen combing his tache in the mirror. As we turn to leave, Verbal catches his eye, only to hear, "I say, are you cheating old chap?" Verbal mumbles that, er, yes he is."Oh, jolly good show!". Chap turns out to be the youngest member of The Handlebar Club, as featured in the Guardian's 'The Guide' last week... "'Rakish' they called me!"
(2) 8:30, and the Tache of the Year parade is announced. I'm number 5, and for some bizarre (beer induced) reason, think it would be a "hilarious" idea to walk up to the judges stroking both ends of the tache at the same time. I'm not sure if the looks captured here are abject horror, or just plain disbelief... ("Get my agent on the phone, there's a freak staring at me, stroking himself")
(3) It's only 9:30, and already the lure of free Coors has proved too much for Verbal to resist. (Unfortunately, we were rather slow on the uptake on the free Jack Daniels, and it ran out.)
All in all, a great night had by all... (helped, no doubt, by free alcohol and snacks)
By the way, if anyone was travelling from Angel to Kings Cross, then on to Vauxhall, at about 10pm last Thursday, and were rather startled to see a young man with unfeasably large eyebrows trying not to laugh, we are ver' ver' sorry. They were GREAT eyebrows.
