Hats off to Mr Grigg
Once upon a time we were newcomers to The Enchanted Village. The Queen celebrated her golden jubilee and Mr Grigg made a name for himself. The computer screen swirls as I take you back in time to June 2002. The village square is packed for a massive street party. There is standing room only in the pub, where the bar is three punters deep. I am sitting on a high stool next to a woman from the wrong end of the village. We are both a little worse for wear, weary after high tea, high jinks and line dancing in the street to the theme from The High Chaparral (or was it Telstar ? ) Out in the square, the disco is building into a frenzy. We've had Hi-Ho Silver Lining , Oops Upside Your Head , the Macarena and Mambo Number Five ('a little bit of Rita's all I need'). And then the Tom Jones version of You Can Leave Your Hat On echoes across the ley lines, hits the grassy slopes of Bluebell Hill, ricochets off the church tower and sends a fleet-of-foot messenger scurr...