The Motley Trio - Mike Colledge, John Milroy & John Faulkner (1942-)
On October the 23rd 2015 Mike Colledge explained with remarkable coherence the thorny question of how on earth one choses a reliable best man?
Writing those notes got Mike reminiscing. Nice to hear more about the 'good old days'. I do remember Colin Bell, (who was inadvertently described as a 'randy Welshman'!) and also recollections of a longish walk and a night camping and a hangover sometime, somewhere in North Wales.
Come to think of it, once we were camping at Abersoch, as usual you were short of cash and you were on a diet of beer and oranges …
We also remember a gallon and a church at Betws y Coed? The human brain is a strange thing.
Then ... found at the bottom of an old tea chest of rubbish which was spared from the tip and recently recovered after 50 years of undisturbed decay was a letter written on a Nigerian Airways 707 in 1963 ... which told of more than we remembered ... and more than we cared to remember ...
Cleverly we sent Mike to Enugu around 1963 as a scout to recce that remarkable country, and that was long before we ventured to Lagos in 1972. Mike also recommended Kilimanjaro and The Nile on the way back but we never found enough time for such extravagance.
Mike and Gill tied the knot just nine months after our own irrevocable happening. The journey to Peterborough to witness this happening was in the back of Hedley's blue Austin A35 van ... as expected we remembered a fun time ... but little else.
With amazing perspicacity, Mike and his new bride immediately started saving for a family, as honeymoon expenditure was minimised by an expeditious free loan of john p's tent. The deal was not as lucrative as expected as the tent was stolen in the middle of all the fun. We suspected that tent had, in fact, been eaten by Gill's dog?
At our 50th birthday in 1990 we called at 5 Glan Aber Park to see Mrs Colledge senior. The last time we graced this fine abode was after our splendid stag night at The Customs House ... black coffee, bed & breakfast had been dutifully supplied ... we think? This time we enquired after Mike who had disappeared from the radar. Mum updated us and insisted he was waxing, as mothers do, and was now in statistics in Canada.
MJC also reappeared briefly at an CAOKS dinner before vanishing into the good life in the OECD in Paris and then to Oz ...
And then reconnection in 2015. 'Glad you're still having fun 50 years on and a great photo of the family you must be very proud of them all'!
As expected Mike also contributed well to the future after he married Gill in 1965. Mathew finished Uni and first worked in Toronto as a Management Consultant. Justine did Uni in Quantity Surveying. Eleanor and David were with Mum & Dad on a one year secondment to Oz from Government Statistic in Canada (1975). Brother Julian was a Chartered Surveyor.
John 'Max' Faulkner
In 1963 to celebrate his 21st birthday John Faulkner organised a thrash at The Stafford Hotel in City Road with his buddy Chris Roberts. It was supposed to be their celebration but it turned out to be a wheeze to inveigle the star of the show, a smiling Miss Jackson, into a lifelong commitment.
With hindsight this was probably the beginning of the end the interlude between university, beer drinking in Chester and sober, responsible family life? Although at the time it was just an excuse for yet another bash, blowout, shindig, riot, spree & splurge ... a post mortem revealed that it was JPM who Miss Jackson remembered for his athletic dance floor rugby tackle on a defenceless john p, who was desperately trying to sober up and impress.
No more stops at the Kelsall Post Office which was used as a staging house half way from Northwich to the Riverside Bar at The Boathouse?
No more necessity for sobering up before driving home on my scooter with pillion passenger. No more black coffee at the only place open in Chester at 11pm; The General Station? Fish & chips at Hignetts closed by 9pm, the last bus to Northwich was at 8.15 pm from Delamere Street and the last train 7.35 pm from Northgate Station.
The conversations over a convivial pint started to evolve & develop as attentions turned to survival. The seemingly inexhaustible supply of crumbs for the table from doting mothers were no longer an alternative to hard graft ... we had to get 'a trade' ...
How do we concoct a beer drinking story around the Kewill Systems brochures which were available for Nigerian agents?
John P Milroy
Wrexham Road Farm to sober up with coffee before a scooter drive to Northwich ...
Many alcoholic Saturdays in Bollands ...
In 19?? there was a Glasgow vet conference, which we can't remember.
And a joyous reunion in London with Vijay ...
Camping out west with JPM driving his dad's posh car, Sidmouth was welcoming, we were banned from drinking scrumpy in Newton Poppleford, but allowed to play pub bowling.
One dark night in the early hours JPM's drunkenly parked car slipped slowly tent wards creating much consternation and much mirth, we can still hear JPM, 'Hey up Johnny it's here'!
We headed to the Metropolis but London traffic was too much for JPM's nerves and the car was abandoned in Holborn for a few days as we explored the capital with my mate Vijay ... where did we stay?
A blind date with one of JPM girlfriends at Liverpool Uni?
There were also many memorable foursomes supping and chewing the cud at The Golden Lion, Ashton. This was all long before JPM settled in Ireland - ‘John Milroy Veterinary Practice’, Castlebar, County Mayo? - we received an email from JPM at Christmas 2015 -
'On your head Johnnie. Keep 'em out. Can I borrow your canoe? Fancy a trip to Newton Poppleford for a pint of scrumpy in a Fiesta. All this due to Graeme Guthrie the dashing forward. He has turned up after 57 years living just 12 miles from me'!
50 years on ...
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