I went up to Chelsea’s first Champions League quailifier against Gronto or Skonto Riga, with Chris, Mark and Barry Byrne. After the(Wednesday evening) match, we walked so far up the road and jumped in a taxi. I said “Victoria please” but Chris interrupted and said ” No Covent Garden, we can have a quick drink there, catch the Gatwick Express, and get back to Eastbourne, by the time the ordinary train would get in.” You just knew this was not wise, but it was also pointless arguing. We went to this place in CG, had loads of cocktails,and all thought of the return journey left Chris’s mind. At one stage, there he was on the dance floor, with his trousers and underpants around his ankles, his shirt tucked under his chin, and he’s doing a John Travolta impersonation in front of over a hundred customers. After a while the bouncers suggested that he might care to cover up, outside the front door! Chris marched upstairs, stepped outside, and then proceeded to strip off completely and run round Covent Garden, completely naked (This was September, from memory) As Barry and I tried to catch him and get him dressed, Mark (The sensible one?) wondered off on his own, not to be seen again, by us, that night. When we got out at Gatwick, we had to fork out £70 for a taxi to Eastbourne. Barry and I dropped Chris home. The next day we found out that The Sensible One had left his credit card, behind the bar in CG, and had not been able to book into the hotel he had walked to, in Park Lane, so he slept on a bench under a tree! What a vivid memory it is for me and how sad that it will never be repeated with Chris. He was a great lad, and his family must all be very, very proud of him. Fozzie
Fozzie