Continuing Story of Cressroads

THERE ARE THOSE Cressroads kids of old who look to the Big Cookhouse in the Sky and remember the nudge in their panties and pants from gambling on starters to their carnal delights at Frank and Aldo Berni Inns.

But Blogsbody’s last ditch attempt to assist Easton’s Chestnut Horse market its remaining bundle of £25-a-head invites to a glass of Black Tower and three-course bill of traditional Berni Brothers’ fare did little, if anything, to promote an enthusiastic revival of feelings of old.

In short, fruity memories of a 60s’ slice of melon and maraschino cherry starter for a wanton lass in her freshly starched petticoat doesn’t do it for wrinkly Easton.

But, in less inflationary-proof hostelries out and about Cressroads, publicans are challenged to muse on the possibilities of a Berni Night, similar fare but more modest prices.

Music from 1955 through 1970.

And saucy ‘life-in-the-old-dog-yet’ invites to remind their patrons aged 50-plus of how a little of what they fancied set tickers on overdrive in bygone Boomer times.

As Blogsbody prepares to go undercover for as long as the next three days in the wake of an upstanding member of the representative variety in the Palace of Westminster living in hope that flooding in today’s sorry state of Cornwall will wash away evidence of hi-jinks and house-swopping.

And, more besides, as Blogsbody plays on the heartstrings of a former music pupil of his godmother Mother Margaret Mary Aidan gone to heaven a bride of Christ; and seeks that his late Aunt Peg, a chorus girl who loved the excitement of riding pillion on a motorcycle around the Wall of Death before she entered the Dominican Order of Nuns, intercedes for his miracle of resurrection within Cressroads’ sound of the bells of St John the Baptist.

‘Don’t look for more, look to be more,’ messages Continuing Story of Cressroads agony aunt Ruby Rangoon.