Rain did not stop play until 4:15 but it was a dryer day for us than it was for the audience.Our 6th year at Croxteth Park Open Day was the quietest so far as the weather kept people indoors.
A hardy few came out to play - we were never without an audience and sometimes it got into double figures... Compare that with the 12,000 who turned up one year and it certainly was a quiet one!
The fairground hadn't set up due to the wet ground so we were without any real competition for the noise stakes and you could hear us quite a way away.
Look at that marquee! Croxteth were certainly making sure we were kept dry and the weather kept changing its mind about what to do but by 4:15 it seemed to have set in to rain hard for a while and the marquee was starting to drip so we called it a day.
My old school chum Jackie turned up with a few props - her school beret and the old school tie plus the now infamous french dictionary whose frontspiece we ripped out in the 6th form to make a fag from dog ends when we had all run out of fags. It was ghastly... It wasn't even in english of course!She even brought a photo of Larry the Lamb... ahh...
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