As promised here is the story - in Chris's own words:
Oh my life!!!
Pontins, Ainsdale @ 1979/80 - The Miss Girobank Riot Pageant
Stuart 'It's A Knockout' Hall and Sir Ron Dearing (then Chairman of The Post Office) getting pelted with sausage rolls and pies and a well pissed Evertonian stopping the show (and starting the subsequent riot, which had been preceded by a few less serious skirmishes between 'chaps' from various parts of Liverpool and some of the local oiks and holidaymakers)) by staggering across the empty dancefloor towards the stage carrying four pints while Stuart Hall was conducting the pageant interviews with the girls - everyone stopped, including Stuart Hall, watched him carefully place the pints on the stage without spilling a drop, clambered up onto the stage, stood up, grabbed the mic off Stuey, slapped him on top on the head Benny Hill-style shouting; "Alright Stuey mate" into the mic and then giving it "EVERTON, EVERTON, EVERTON......................." Cue; tables, chairs, food, drinks, glasses, doors............... flying in all directions. Thousands of pounds worth of damage. Directors of the Bank, the CE et al had come all the way from that London for it!
The Girobank Blue Lion (bank symbol) went missing (it weighed a ton, so I was told!) and when I got on our bus to go home it was sat in the bus drivers' seat - the bus driver threw a fit so someone put it in the parcel rack and it was found the next morning in Ford cemetery.....
Made The Echo..........
Future Miss Girobank's (personality girls for cheques for chariddy and stuff) were chosen by a panel of senior managers behind closed doors
When I moved to the Midlands, we had our own 'Ms' Girobank at Allen Everitts Social Club in West Brom (for chariddy) (Allen Everitts was a company - a load of hairy-arsed Black Country foundry workers who we played Business Houses 20/20 cricket against a few times and had the craic with as we always seemed to put a lot of dough over their club bar) where we - yes, us blokes!! - dressed in swimsuits then evening wear/dresses, numbers on the wrists and everything.......... it got really serious and competitive by the end of the night, which was worrying, the bloke in front of me in a silver lame number, Yosser Hughes tache asking me if his eyeliner was smudged...
- helped him to straighten it up. The 'girls' from the bank did our make up in the kitchen of the club
The lad who won it eventually left his wife and two kids 'cos he was gay - no [Poor language removed]!! Cracking pair of legs!!
