My
Year in office was so great
I
had no time to vegetate
What
did I do? Where did I go?
It’s
all a secret, don’t you know!
Our
ladies bloomed like lovely flowers
All
sunny smiles, no April showers
Us
men were macho, fit and strong
A
credit to Haven to which we throng
As
President I was quite outstanding
My
pride and ego were expanding
The
meetings were bliss, so quiet and calm
Everything
perfect, I twisted no arm
My
memory was so sharp and clear
Now
it’s diminished, especially this year!
So
imagine my reign was a wonderful one
Let
thought run riot, and guess what was done!
I
took over the joy-stick from my able friend and compatriot Des.
One of my first acts was to set-back the starting times of council
meetings, but still managed to arrive late, however we still managed to finish
on schedule. Perhaps this was
because of my belief in democracy, which was underlined by the mysterious demise
of evening meetings during my year. Naturally
I remember endeavouring to trip the light fantastic with as many of the fairer
sex as I could manage at the President'’ Ladies Night.
Talking
of ladies brings me to John Inman who “served us well”.
In those days we still had top stars and a variety of shows in the town.
John appeared at one of our lunchtime meetings when he was at the very
top of his popularity. He told me
hw was worried about being mobbed while visiting Yarmouth Races the next day and
asked if I knew of any Rotarian whom could protect him.
Without hesitation I offered the services of Mr Personality, Norman –
John took one look and declined the offer, stating that he preferred my Junior
Vice-President. Realising what an
innocent boy our Junior Vice was, I refused on his behalf.
I informed our nervous star that the racing fraternity were more
interested in Lester Pigott, an international celebrity.
John squeezed my knee and said he hoped I was right!
Winschoten
visited our club and, as with the Blackpool Conference, I was working as usual,
but I did receive the Goulder Cheese which my council fought valiantly to win
with a verbal flow of waffling. Before
I knew it my year was over and I handed over to President Tony.
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