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Lance with top model Emma Davis!

Sadly, Lance passed away in December 2011 at the age of 73. He is missed greatly but remembered very fondly by his many friends. This page is a reminder of some of the good times we enjoyed in his company.

RIP Lance Ireland 1938-2011

It's with great sadness we pay tribute to our great friend, Lance Ireland, who died on New Year's Eve 2011 at the age of 73.

Anyone who knew him will not be able to remember him without a smile on their face. The words "a great character" don't really do him justice; you had to have been with him to appreciate fully what this means, and you soon became quite blase about those quirks and eccentricities. He was never short of a story and enjoyed the banter. Travelling with him was never dull, though prone to mishaps on occasions! He left us all with lovely memories of his tremendous and generous company.

He became a Darlington fan after tiring of Premier football in his home city Birmingham and revisited the club of his Army days near Catterick. He founded "Harbo Darlo," an off-shoot supporters' club, with two shrines to Darlington at his local pubs in Harborne. Darlington fans, if rarely passing, were particularly welcome. DAFTS' early visits for weekends saw you in a crowd of Brummies, who would chant "Darlo" at Lance's entrance - or sing his signature The Pussy Cat Song - and who were as up to date with the club's progress, as if it was Villa or Albion. Ahead of the now ubiquitous Fantasy Football competitions, he ran his own British Superleague in the pub, very much to his own rules of course, which always saw Darlington top for some reason. Lance would also badger regulars at The Sportsman in his fundraising for the club, and the Supporters' Trust, as invariably fundraising was needed. He was recognised by the Supporters Club with an award, which he received on the pitch in 2003.


The new wave: Lance within the DAFTS crowd at Notts County

Lance was a man of firm views and principle too. When the smoking ban came in, he refused to go to football stadiums which didn't have a smoking area. But it didn't stop him going on football trips, as he'd travel to games, meet up in the pub but be on his train in time for kick-off! What some thought bizzare, we all became quite used to. This was Lance of course.

His final football trip was to Wembley. Or rather Watford. He came down for the FA Trophy weekend, enjoyed the pre-match warm-up but naturally went home as the new Wembley could not accommodate someone of his ideals. He still had a good time. He had been diagnosed with cancer and faced up to the illness with remarkable fortitude. To the end he was as sharp as a tack, and only this last week was asking about Darlo's latest plight.

There was more to him than football. To everyone's delight, this fan of films from the golden (his) era fulfilled a lifelong ambition by flying to Los Angeles in early summer. Lance had been corresponding with his screen idol Rhonda Fleming for a number of years. Trivia quizzes with Lance in the chair at The Sportsman always included statutory Rhonda Fleming and Darlington questions. This lovely lady, now into her 80s, invited him to dinner at her Hollywood home and arranged a tour for him. Lance was bowled over by this; a star he could call a friend. She also called him at the hospice where he spent his final weeks, as did David Hodgson for a chat about football. This meant a lot to him, as did the many cards and letters from friends.

This, his Harbo Darlo page on the DAFTS website has received fairly irregular updates over the last year or so, but hopefully it gives a flavour of Lance and his humour. And of course, it's a reminder of that splendid array of hats, not to mention the odd glove puppet. Lance epitomised what DAFTS is about: Following football but most importantly making friends from all walks of life. Our condolences to his daughters and the rest of his family. We'll miss him.

His funeral was attended by his many friends, including Darlington fans travelling long distances.

Flat Cap Day remembers Lance

Darlo fans joined in with a Flat Cap Day at the away match at Kidderminster Harriers in memory of our friend Lance Ireland.

He died aged 73 on New Year's Eve in his home city of Birmingham after a long illness but was a regular at away matches, as a member of DAFTS, and for a number of seasons made regular trips to home games.

The idea for the day was to do something appropriate for someone who was a great character and enjoyed eccentricities and a good joke, as well as being recognisable from his trademark cap.

DAFTS met up in Birmingham for the weekend, and were joined by friends from his local pub in Harborne.

"We were really pleased so many decided to join in with the idea, and was a bit of fun to do too," said Steve Duffy, of DAFTS. "It was a hot afternoon, so it was more sun hat weather really. We especially looked the part before the match at the pub at the Severn Valley Railway - right back to the age of steam."

©Photos: Ted Blair

HARBO DARLO BULLETIN


Yes, here I am with the lovely Rhonda! A lifetime's ambition!

MAY 2011: LA Confidential - Lance goes surfing USA

LOS ANGELES, CA: Lance has gone on a trip of a lifetime to meet his favourite movie idol and pen-pal, '50s Hollywood star Rhonda Fleming.

The luck of Lance even works here - sometimes! I got to my hotel in London OK. Had a meal at the hotel which cost £11 and when the waitress asked me if it was ok I replied, "It was nice but why did I only get a kids portion - instead of an adult one?" Honestly, two bites and it was gone! Nice to know I haven't lost the knack of how to win friends and influence people! Bored out of my mind, I had a couple or more beers and went to bed about nine!Next morning, I was up about 0430 hours and at the airport for 0700 hours. That meant a 3 hours 30 minutes wait for my plane. Who was I kidding! The only flight to be delayed was mine! I got through security in about 60 seconds and then wandered aimlessly around the departure lounge for another 6 hours before boarding the plane. I couldn't even go for a smoke! We took off at 1430 hours and my seat was right in the middle of a row of five. The people either side of me seemed to sleep all the way and I was afraid to disturb them - so I just sat there for 11 hours!

Harbo Darol

There was no decent black and white film to watch and also no Rhonda Fleming film on. I managed to get through customs ok but they did look at me strangely when I joked with them! So I finally got to my hotel at about 1900 hours. [That would be 0300 hours in England and you had all had a great time out and most likely in dreamland, as I struggled on in life.]

I decided to phone Carla and leave a message on the answering machine to tell her that I had arrived. Dial 9 and then the number or that is what the card in my room said! I got the operator. She told me that I had to dial 91 and then the number. Ok! Easy! I did that and got the operator again! The operator then put me through to the number and I was surprised when a woman answered it. Carla must be on overtime, I thought! When I said Carla, the woman replied that she wasn't there. She asked who wanted her and I replied Lance! "Prince Lance, we are so looking forward to meeting you!" I was actually speaking to Queen Rhonda! I immediately went down on one knee and touched my forelock! Anyway, we had a good chat and laugh.

I then went for a couple of beers and found out I needed an adaptor for my laptop - in order to bore you with this! Next morning, I caught the shuttle bus to the mall (he seems to be picking up the lingo - Ed) and got chatting to a New Zealander and his wife. It was 1100 hours and we were at the mall in about 15 minutes. I got my adaptor and waited for the shuttle bus. It was now 1200 hours. After one hour of staring in to space my New Zealand pal walked by and asked what I was doing. Waiting for the bus of course! It turned out that the next bus was at 1415 hours! Time for a beer! Having my beer, I opened my adaptor pack and found some of the items missing. So it was back to the store. It took me nearly one hour before I managed to get a refund and purchase another adaptor. Just in time to miss the ruddy bus! The next one was at 1715 hours. Back to the bar and meet my New Zealand chum! We staggered out at 1700 hours and caught the shuttle back to the hotel and straight in to the bar for Happy Hour!

I might not be eating much, I might not be seeing much but I certainly am drinking a hell of a lot! It is now six in the morning and I am now going to get ready for my big day. [Rhonda's husband is named Darol and that is an anagram of Darlo! Isn't life strange! I'll have to tell him he won a cup a couple of weeks ago!] Have fun folks and just leave the drinking to me and my New Zealand chum!

Lance went on to meet Rhonda.

ANOTHER LETTER FROM AMERICA: Another Great Day Betty picked me up at 1000 and took me on a tour of Los Angeles. [This had been arranged by Rhonda and Carla and Rhonda must have paid for it.] We never got back to the hotel, until after 1700 hours. We went all over the place! The highlight, though, was when Betty took a photo of me next to Rhonda's hands and footprints, outside the Chinese Theatre. We also had meal there. Before she picked me up, she had to go and pick up the photos, taken on Wednesday, from Rhonda.

With the photos, there was a hand written card, from my Queen! It reads, "My dear Lance, It was such a joy meeting you. You are very special and I'm grateful to know you came such a long way to meet me. What a lovely honor. Enclosed a few happy memories of our time together. I will always remember you and you will always be my Prince. Love, Rhonda x.


Me with Queen Rhonda and the lovely Carla

Now isn't that lovely of Rhonda? It just shows what a wonderful, warm and caring woman that she is. I am so glad that I made the trip. It has to be the highlight of my life! No doubt, I will bore everyone to death, when I get back but I must be the happiest person on the planet - at the moment. [I really should have married her - all those years ago!] You'll be pleased to know, this is my final "Letter From America". Cheers, Lance. PS. Prince Lance loves Queen Rhonda!

MAY 2011: Wembley, well Watford, but what a day!

As I arrived home, from Watford, I switched on the television and was just in time to hear Jeff Stelling say, “And Darlington have scored in the last minute of extra-time and have won the FA Trophy!”

I knew then that I had played my part, in this famous victory. I had been in the pub, for pre-match drinks and then caught the train back to Birmingham. It never fails, to bring the Darlo victory!

Other people say that my being at a game is complete jinx! Even Howard was there and saw us win. As for BT - I will try to avoid him and not suffer his gloating!

I was so pleased for all those fans who watch Darlo home and away, especially those in the DAFTS who have to make long trips - even for a home game. My only regret was that I didn’t meet up with the lads, in London, for the usual pre-match drink. But, on the plus side, we [that’s Ray and myself] did have a great time in Watford.

Ray met me at Watford Junction station, at 1315 and headed for “The One Crown”, where we were to meet Tony. Now we could have caught a bus - seeing as we both have free bus passes. But, seeing as we haven’t got one brain cell between us, we decided to walk. It took us 35 minutes to get there! I must admit that I did cause a slight detour. I decided to turn right out of the station, instead of left!

We spent most of the day in there, except for a brief spell when we booked into the hotel. It was a nice friendly pub and we had good banter with the landlady and the locals. In fact, we each had a free beer off the landlady! There were brief visits from Tony, Lesley and their son Kai. [Hope I have spelt it right!] Also Neil and Brian nipped in for a short while. The pub had a pool table and Ray beat me 2-1. I am still 4-3 up though! When we left, the landlady even gave us a kiss each. Things are certainly getting better in my life!

Saturday morning saw us back in the pub and we had a couple of beers before Ray departed for Wembley. I carried on heckling the landlady, much to the amusement of the locals. I did get another kiss and the parting words of, “I’ll never forget you - you old bleeder!”

Tonight, Sunday, I’m off to The Sportsman, to celebrate our triumph and also give all the Warwickshire supports stick - after their hammering by Lancashire. So, I guess, I will have a really great night. [Ok! I know Worcestershire lost but I will just gloss over that!]

I finished work on the 29th April and word has come out that my leaving do is next Friday, 13th May. The main problem is that nobody has told me where it is being held! Do you think they don’t want me there! Then it’s California and Rhonda Fleming.

I bet she will be ever so excited when I tell her that Darlington won the FA Trophy and that Humphrey Bogart might win the Come On Darlo League and that she is in the top 30. Maybe not!

APRIL 2011: Kiddie and California here I come!

My second visit of the season, to Kidderminster, saw the mighty Darlo triumph 2-1. As I know Danny Lewis, the Kidderminster keeper, it brought extra joy to me! Unfortunately, I left when we were trailing by a goal to nil. This was due to the fact that I felt tired and not very well. However, when Steve sent a text, telling me we were 2-1 up, I felt a lot better!

I thought we were pretty poor, in the first half, although we did nearly equalise, just before half-time.

I met Ted and Steve, at The Wellington, in Birmingham. They then moved on and I headed for Kidderminster. I somehow got on a train that stopped two stops before Kidderminster and, before I realised it, I was heading back to Brum. However, on my second attempt, I finally made it to Kidderminster. I had a couple of pints in the King and Castle, before going for a meal.

When I returned, Ted and Steve were there but, to my sorrow, they had brought along BT [Brummie Tony]. Once again, he told me that he saw all the Darlo away wins last season. [I haven’t seen Darlo lose for over three years!]

Before the game, Steve, BT and myself put a £1 each in the kitty and had a guess to what the away attendance would be. I went for 38, Steve for 56 and BT for 58. Much to my regret, BT won! Ted took a photo of us in the ground, just to prove that I did at least make it past the turnstile! No doubt BT will be wearing a broad grin and I’ll be looking miserable.

Of all the Darlington players, I thought Jamie Chandler was outstanding.

I did state that this was my second visit, to Kidderminster, this season! The first was a few weeks back, when the game was postponed, due to our lads still being in the FA Trophy. However, Ray and Tony had already paid for their travel and hotel, in advance and so we finished up, for the afternoon, in the King and Castle. Tony wanted us to go to the ground, ask them to open up the away end and have our picture taken! We never made it! Instead we finished up at The Sportsman, in Harborne.

Life is full of ups and downs but my life is, at the moment, definitely on the up.

1] For most of the season, I have struggled at the foot of the Come on Darlo prediction league. In fact, at one time, I thought I was gong to get the “Wooden Spoon” for the second successive year! But two successive correct scores have seen me rise from 203rd to 178th and safety.

2] I’m off to Los Angeles in the middle of May and I have been invited to dine with [Hollywood legend] Rhonda Fleming, her husband and her P.A. Carla at her home. To finally meet Rhonda will be a dream come true.

There could even be a third, yet! Darlington lift the Trophy, at Wembley! Keep the faith! .

JANUARY 2011: Oh for a slope and open terrace!

My day got off to a great start, as Brummie Tony (BT) never showed up at New Street Station. This meant that the train would arrive, at Tamworth on time. Even better, a young blonde engaged in conversation with me. [Just proves that she had never met me before!]

At Tamworth, I met up with Tony and Ray and we headed for the Weatherspoons’ pub. The weather was bitterly cold and I decided I would give the game a miss and stay in the warmth of a pub. Brian and Trevor soon showed up and so we got on with the drinking. As there seemed to be only two people serving, this was pretty hard to do, especially as the pub was getting crowded. As one local said to Ray, “It’s all these bloody people from the North-East causing the problem!”

We then moved on to The Robert Peel. Already there, among other Quakers, were Ted, Steve, Colin and, of course, BT. The lads were trying to get me to go to the game but I was determined that I was going to say in the pub.

Gary Shaw was covering the game and rang me to tell me that he was in the Social Club and wouldn’t be coming to The Robert Peel. As it had been his 50th, the day before, I was amazed he had made it at all! I don’t know how it happened but it did! The lads talked me into going to the game! I left the warmth of the pub to face the prospect of freezing to death. However, Tamworth FC are a civilised club and allow smoking. [I had also met up with Pete again, who had tried to run me over on Friday!]


Gary and Lance

I rang Gary and he came down to renew acquaintances with the DAFTS. His first words were, “Is Pie-man Tony here?” Obviously, he must have been starving! He then wanted to know who he should look out for in the Darlo team.

The pitch, at Tamworth, not only has a slope but also looked very uneven. Also, the surface turned out to be very slippery. I thought Tamworth were the better football side, in the first half, but our lads defended well and Sam Russell wasn’t seriously troubled - apart from a spot-kick. This he managed to save and we nearly took the lead, when we hit their crossbar, just before half-time. After half-time, we started to get on top and Hatch nodded us in front, from a free kick. About a minute later, Wright was lucky to stay on the park, after flattening a Tamworth player. The reprieve was short-lived, as he then fouled another player and received his marching orders.

With about 20 minutes to go, Ray and myself were freezing and, along with Brian, headed for the warmth of a pub. As we watched the ever changing scores coming through, we just hoped Darlo could hold out. Not to be! 90th minute, Tamworth 1 Darlington 1. I suppose that we should have been happy with a draw but it now felt like a defeat. [Yet another stoppage time goal denying us victory.]

However, I reflected on the fact that it is now over three years since I last saw Darlington concede a goal - let alone lose a game. [Beat that, Brummie Tony!] A proud record, indeed! The game hadn’t been very good but the conditions had been bad and the team gave their all. It had been a good day out and in great company. On my train back to Brum, I chatted to a young couple and they never moved to other seats - let alone another carriage! I must be losing my touch!

DECEMBER 2010: What a great Christmas!

This has been my best Christmas ever, as a Darlington supporter. Undefeated! I had great pleasure, when going in to work on Wednesday, and boasting about the fact that we hadn’t lost a game, over the festive season! It was even more enjoyable, in telling the Albion supporters. Since following the Darlo, Christmas has usually seen me in a state of depression but not this year.

Ok! So we didn’t play any games but what has that got to do with it! The fact is that we were undefeated and that is a fact that no-one can deny!

OLD SCHOOL FOOTBALL PRESENTS

Lorraine visited me on Christmas Eve, and brought me food for my Christmas dinner. She also left a present for me and said that she hoped I would enjoy it! She must have been on eBay, or the like, for when I opened it, on Christmas Day, it was “The Boys Book Of Soccer For 1949” and “The Boys Book Of Soccer For 1950”. I was engrossed for nearly all the rest of the day. Pictures of proper football pitches covered in mud or snow. Players with good old fashioned English names! Ridiculous but great stories of the hero turning up just time to lead his side to victory or else show up a cheat.

There was also a picture of Keith Jones, the Welsh international, who played in goal for Villa. It showed him, as I always fondly remember him, looking up, despairingly, as the ball flashes in to the net.

There was also a football game, in it, that you played with a dice. Out came the dice and you will be pleased to know that Darlington beat Man. Utd. 6-0 and Arsenal 5-0.

By the way, it was nice to see players wearing the proper colours and design of their clubs. Also no numbers over 11 and, best of all, no letters plastered across the front of their shirts. It was a journey back in time, when you didn’t have silly yellow and red cards, you could charge a keeper and referees used common sense. [Well most of them did!] I remember it well!

BACK TO 2011

It hasn’t been a good year for us. Relegated and, at present, mid-table in the Conference. Until we get a settled side, I can’t see us getting promoted. [Me of little faith!] As I don’t go to games anymore, I can only go on what I read. From what I gather, it has been mainly kick and rush football and also too many changes. The testing time now is the congestion of fixtures. If we can put a good run together, then the confidence grows. On the other hand, if we don’t, then it is all doom and gloom. I once played 11 games in 10 days and the only one we lost was the last game. We started with nine men and finished with eight men and lost 2-0. It is a fact! You only feel tired or injured when you are losing. When you are winning - you could play forever! Lets hope our lads don’t feel tired or injured!

Happy New Year to you all!

OCTOBER 2010: Getting better - just like Darlo!

The last few weeks, I haven’t been feeling well but I think that I am now feeling better. No booze and on some days I wasn’t even smoking! However, I did go to Mansfield, for the pre-match drinking session.

I met Tony, Brian and Trevor, as they arrived at the station and we headed for the Railway. It was quite busy in there and we went in the side room. Ray eventually arrived as did Brummie Tony. [BT kept his record intact, as he still hasn’t seen Darlo lose this season. I don’t think he has seen them win but he still hasn’t seen them lose!] We had a good time in there and Ted even nipped in for a quick pint, before he set of for the ground and his photographic duties.

The lads then left for the match and I stayed for another couple of pints. I think it was only the second time that I had been in a pub, since my disastrous day at Kettering. Tony did text me to say that we were 1-0 down and that we were awful. So I headed home feeling well depressed and fearing the worst. However, it seems we sent out a different side in the second half and that we earned a well deserved draw. Having now beaten Mossley, in the FA Cup, we have now got Bristol Rovers at home. I feel confident that if we beat Rovers that we will go on and win the FA Cup.

The real Bobby dazzler!

On Friday evening, Gary Shaw rang me to see if I was going for a drink. This was to celebrate the life of Norman Wisdom. As I was still feeling a bit low, I had to decline. Ten minutes later, he rang me again and asked if I was going to go to Bobby Thomsons’ book launch, next day. Bobby had played for Wolves, Villa and Birmingham City, in the 50’s ad 60’s. I had been out drinking with him, on a few occasions, and was with him the night he collapsed in The Sportsman, celebrating his 65th birthday.

I hadn’t seen him for about six years but as soon as I entered the shop he recognised me and came over. A few of the old stars of Villa and Blues were there, including Charlie Aitken, Chris Nicholl and Jimmy MacEwan.

Gary eventually turned up, after they had all gone! Bobby introduced me to people as the chap who supports Darlington and drinks in The Sportsman! I bought a copy of his book, “The Real Bobby Dazzler - The Bobby Thomson Story” and Gary is going to borrow it! Bobby is a lovely fellow, even though he had a fiery temper, and he was full of jokes and quips as usual. [It’s hard to be modest, when one is so gifted, he quipped!] He also now does charity work. He is now tee-total and, as he went off to watch the Blues, Gary and I headed for The Wellington. It was packed out with Blackpool supporters and we had a quick pint before Gary dropped me back home.

Whatever happened to cheap day returns?

Over the last 10 years, the cost of rail travel has escalated. I remember getting to Darlington for an £8 cheap day return! Now it is hard to find a cheap day return. I think my travelling by train days are over and I’ll use my bus pass to tour Worcester, Warwick and Stafford!

A disastrous day out - there's no Kettering for me!

I set out, on Saturday morning, with a happy heart and looking forward to seeing Darlo play Kettering. My first Darlo game, after three years of absence, due to the smoking ban.

I got off to a good start, as well! The 0922 train turned up on time and left on time. Then the train came to a halt, just before Nuneaton. Twenty minutes passed by, before we were told that the delay was due to vandalism.

At Nuneaton, a young chap got on and he sat opposite me. It wasn’t long before I realised that he was trying to take “The Biggest Idiot in Britain” title away from me! (That will still take some doing - Ed)

“What time did you leave Birmingham?, he asked - I replied, “0922!” - “No you didn’t! You left on the one before that!” This went on for several minutes and then other people on the train told him that we had left Brum at 0922. But he wouldn’t have it! We arrived in Leicester at 1033, instead of 1010. The train for Kettering left at 1033. Of course, that bloody train left on time! Still only 58 minutes to wait for the next one. Time for a smoke and hope that the day gets better. [And it does but only just for a couple of hours.]


Lance in the pub - a brief respite from disaster

I now make my way to the pub and, even before I get through the door, I am greeted with shouts of abuse, from the DAFTS crew. They even tell the barmaid not to serve me! [She soon discovered why!] Ted, Colin, John and Trevor were in fine form and a pleasant couple of hours were passed in there. [That is until Brummie Tony turned up and proceeded to give me a hard time!]

Then it was off to the game and a return to a nightmare day. The lads left me well behind, as we made our way to the ground but, hey, I would see them inside the ground. Ha-ha! Who did I think I was kidding?

I asked for a ticket at the away end and they sold me a ticket, for £10 and told me that I was in the stands. I told them that I wanted to stand behind the goal, as I was a smoker. - “You can’t, because we’re not opening that part of the ground!” - “Ok! I’ll change it for a ticket at the home end.” - “You can’t! You are an away supporter!” - “Ok! I’ll just have my money back.” - “We don’t give refunds!” This carried on for a couple of minutes and I was even told that I could come out at half-time and have a smoke. I told them that I smoked when I wanted too and not when they wanted me too. Then a steward, who had been patiently watching all this, told me to see the ticket manager. After a few minutes of exchanges with him, he finally gave in and refunded me the £10.

I am not a happy bunny, as I head back to the station but, when I get there, I find the train is 15 minutes late and I only have fourminutes to wait. [Lady Luck back with me!] So I dash to platform 4. Half an hour later comes an announcement. “Sorry! The 1530 to Leicester pulled in at Platform 1 but no-one informed us of the change!” Great!

I eventually get back to Harborne at19.45. I call in for a take-away Chinese meal. As I leave the shop, the heavens open and I am soaked to the skin, by the time I get home. Never, I repeat never, am I going to any pre-match drinking meets again -let alone going to a game. Trouble is that football supporters have short-term memory problems. Darlo drew 0-0.

BT is going to be insufferable, next time we meet!

We're in the Premier at last!

Just a few days and then the new season kicks off. Well, actually, most of the clubs have already kicked-off but we are Premier stuff now and have earned the right to kick-off with the “big boys”. So it’s Blue Square Premier and not actually the one that George meant but I bet he’s still feeling proud, that his forecast of us reaching the Premier came true! Now is that marvellous time of the season, where you know your hopes and dreams are going to come true.

We will sweep all before us and we will also become the first non-league side, since Tottenham in 1901, to win the FA Cup! Of course, by the end of October, we might be in our usual state of depression and hoping that we avoid relegation. However, I am keeping the faith and believe that not only will we gain promotion but we will also win the League and have at least one trip to Wembley. After all, we drew with the mighty Gretna on Saturday!

What is non-league football and who plays it?

People, who come up to me and tell me that Darlo are now playing non-league football, all get the same answer! That is, that we are in a league and therefore we can’t be playing non-league football! Even an idiot, like myself, understands that!

Another thing that I would like to explain, to the so called pundits of football, if a player scores three goals it doesn’t mean he has got a hat-trick. He has to score them, for his side, without anyone else scoring in between.

Back on the (open) terraces

My savings will go down a bit this year, as I venture once more into some of the football grounds. I shall e-mail a club and if they say it is OK to smoke, as you watch the game, then I will go to the game. If not, then I shall just enjoy the lunch time session. And I wonder if I will win the “Come on Darlo” Prediction League?

A hat-trick from Lance

Smoke gets in your eyes

I actually attended a game, on Saturday.

A friend I know, Danny Lewis, plays in goal for Redditch. He and his mates at work talked me into going to watch Redditch against Stalybridge Celtic. The bait! You can smoke, whilst watching the game. Civilisation returns to England!

Redditch were absolutely awful and if it hadn’t have been for Danny they would have lost by a far bigger margin than 1-4. He even made a great penalty save.

I said to him after the game, "I should ask for a transfer!" Let us hope, for his sake, that it was just a temporary blip in the teams’ performance.

The Stalybridge supporters were in fine voice for most of the game and their side did play some good football. I thought that the referee also had a good game and I really enjoyed the smoking bit! In the meantime, let us hope that times get better for The Quakers.

Harbo Darlo up in smoke

Since the introduction of the smoking ban, there have been a few changes at Harbo Darlo - particularly to Lance's drinking and footballing habits.

First he's not going to the recently-refurbished The Sportsman and "beer at home" means Ireland's as well as Davenport's. So there's no British SuperLeague this season and not even Darlo will win it this year.

Lance is still going to games. Well, more eccentrically, he's going to games but not actually going to the game. He'll be at the pre-match pub and then get the train home at 3pm. For the Rotherham match, because it kicked off early, he didn't leave until after the match had finished.

Then again, I went to the game, but my train was cancelled but I caught the earlier train which was running late but still earlier than mine but it eventually arrived on time for the train that didn't run. And you wonder why Lance stopped coming to matches?

From Rhonda, with love

Lance has been keeping up a correspondence with his favourite classic Hollywood actress, Rhonda Fleming, in California. As well as emails, poems and photos, Lance has been keeping her up to date with Harbo Darlo.

Our Valentine to Lance

We don’t know how it came to be
That we should be so blessed
To make a friend across the sea
Who says his name is Lance.
We’re certain that he’s quite a guy
No matter what his claims
His prose states he’s just a bloat
But we’re smarter than most dames.
It’s likely that we’ll never meet
But all the same we know
This Lancelot is surely gold And we want to tell him so!!
Happy Valentine’s Day to our dear friend!
Rhonda and Carla (PA)

7-0 to Ireland

LANCE HITS A MILESTONE AND TACKLES THE MODERN GAME (FROM BEHIND)

1938 saw Hitler annexe Poland and Darlington finish 19th in Division 3 North. (I suppose the only bonus, for Darlington supporters, was that Hartlepool finished 20th.)

It was also a bad year for my mother, as I was born! Like most boys, I grew up with a love for football and yearned for the day when I would be leading the Villa attack. However, it wasn’t to be and spent my adult years either playing amateur football or being paid under the counter.

When I started playing you could charge the keeper, tackle from behind and you didn’t have substitutes. The referees also used common sense, for the most part, in their decisions.

You also played in all kinds of conditions. In fact a game was only abandoned if the fog was too thick! You ploughed through the snow, skated on the ice and if their was water on the pitch - so what! You just had to get on with it.

The only chance of getting sent off was by real physical violence or telling the referee what you thought of him. Look at the game now! Players booked, even though they won the ball with their tackle. Sent off, for a tap on the cheek. [In fact, it would not surprise me, if they eventually make it a non-contact game!]

Game off, because of snow, ice or a bit of water on the pitch. It used to be a game for all seasons and now they just seem to want perfect playing conditions.

Recently I had a drink with Ray, in Selby, and we both agreed that the modern game isn’t really our cup of tea (Were you really drinking tea? Ed).

Let’s face it, football is supposed to be a physical game and the sooner that the FA and FIFA realise this, then perhaps we can see some proper football matches.

The various stages in the decline of the game that I once loved include:

1] Abolition of the maximum wage.

2] Not allowing a goalkeeper to be charged.

3] Introduction of substitutes.

4] Changing the rules to try and make it a game for forwards only.

5] The amount of foreign players imported and also how cheating has spread into the game.

6] Taking common sense away from the referees.

I doubt if modern followers of football will agree with me but that is how a lot of my generation view it. Bring back the bad old days when footballers were footballers and could hand it out as well as take it and referees had a sense of humour, as well as using some common sense, when coming to a decision!

By the way, things got better for The Quakers in 1939. We finished 18th!

Lance says farewell

 


The (very) final HarboDarlo British League Table

Darlington (C) 46 68 +33

Dunfermline Ath

46 58 +14
Rangers

46

55 +12
Aston Villa 46 55 +9
West Brom Albion 46 53 +15
Colchester Utd 46 52 +17

Doncaster Rovers

46 51 +9
Hartlepool Utd 46 51 +5
Preston NE 46 50 +3
Sunderland 46

49

+3
Birmingham City 46 49 +2
Albion Rovers 46 48 +13
Manchester Utd

46

47 0

Walsall

46 46 +5
Cowdenbeath 46 42 +10
Newcastle Utd 46 40 -10
Wolves 46 40 -15
Northampton Town 46 39 -14

Coventry City

46 39 -18

Chelsea

46 38 -11

Arsenal

46 37 0
Tottenham H 46 32 -26
Brentford 46 32 -28
Torquay Utd 46 29 -28

Lance's Rules

Two points for a win and one point for a draw. (William McGregor rules)

 Matches must kick off at 3pm on a Saturday. (Apart from genuine mid-week games}

 Sides not playing on a Saturday get awarded one goal. Darlo pre-season goals are in the bank, in case I need to use them. (That's how we beat Man. Utd 1-0)

 All Premier sides do not get a goal for the opening game of the season, because they kick off a week after proper footer starts.

 In order that Premier teams can get 45 of the 46 results, the first 9 results of any of their cup games will count.

 And the main rule is that I can cheat if I feel like it!!

Thanks, folks!

Steve Duffy took me by surprise, during the half-time interval at the Northampton game, when he presented me an award on behalf of the DAFTS. I was left speechless, for once, which must have pleased everybody present! I felt honoured to receive it, on behalf of all those at The Sportsman, who have donated to various DAFTS and Trust ventures in aid of our club. Thanks. once more, to all of you.

Football through the ages

Football historians have only ever really covered the latter days of the game. So that children and supporters can have full knowledge about the development of the game, I have gone back to the early years.

Football has been played, ever since man could walk. It all started in the prehistoric age, when caves were used as goals and small boulders used as footballs.

At that stage of the games development, there were no pitch measurements. Matches lasted as long as daylight allowed and as long as at least there was one opponent on the field of play. However, most matches didn’t last very long, as heading the ball caused a lot of fatalities. All games were played on a Saturday, as that was when their wives went shopping and the time that dinosaurs tended to sleep.

The Ice Age did not stop the desire for men wanting to play the game. Unlike today’s wimps, a bit of snow and ice didn’t stop them from getting stuck in on a Saturday. But there was a notable increase in broken limbs. As the ice melted, the players found themselves having to play on quagmires. This prevented the smooth flow of the boulders and most games tended to be played in the centre-circle. Crowds started to dwindle, as people got tired of watching boring goal less draws.

Then one day, a man who had been trying to make a balloon from a bladder, threw it away, as it would not float in the sky. It bounced on to the pitch and all the players looked in awe at it. This simple act of chance was going to revolutionise the game. Games now became faster and cave-keepers, that hadn’t had a save to make for years, found themselves having to bring of spectacular saves, to protect their caves.

But civilisation was moving on and soon little hamlets were appearing. People started to have fields in which to grow their crops. One footballer noticed that one field always lay fallow for a year. He suggested that they use that as the football pitch. What are we going to use as caves he was asked? He couldn’t answer that question. He sat out in his back garden, drinking his mead, when he noticed his wife hanging out the washing. Much to his wife’s dismay, he threw the washing off the line, uprooted the poles and took them to the field. He then erected the first ever set of goal posts. He then got a friend to erect another set at the far end of the field. The field was 130 yards by 100 yards and even today the field of play cannot be more than that.

The word soon got round to other hamlets and football pitches were now appearing everywhere. Someone then suggested that the hamlets should play each other in friendly matches. However, as some hamlets had 50 or more men and some only 12, the games tended to be a bit one-sided. There was also a lot of arguing and bad feeling coming into the game, as players disputed goals being allowed or disallowed. This in turn led to bitter rivalry between local hamlets that still even exists today.

A meeting was held and it was agreed that there should be a referee from a neutral hamlet and that any side could have no more than eleven players. It was at this time that a man had come up with the idea of leather casing for the bladder. There had been many games abandoned due to the teams running out of bladders, because they had all burst. Another problem that now arose from having a neutral referee was that he couldn’t tell one side from the other, as all the players wore the same clothes. This, once again, caused players to give referees an ear bashing, as they complained about decisions that he had given in error.

A woman spectator enquired why didn’t each side wear different coloured tops? The men looked at each other and wondered why they hadn’t thought of that idea.

So now the game was now becoming more like the game we see today. Sometimes, up to 50 spectators would see their teams in action. If there was only one spectator watching, he was allowed to bring his dog. But players still hadn’t yet learnt the arts of diving or posing.

The foreign influence on our game was still yet to come!

Michelle, Lance and Kerri

Lance and Anthony Peacock

Old cutting from The Birmingham Evening Mail

A corner to Darlington!

A TINY piece of Birmingham will always belong to the North-East - at shrines devoted to Darlington Football Club in two city pubs, writes Poppy Brady.

Soccer-mad Lance Ireland has his own corner full of Darlington FC treasures at The Sportsman pub in Harborne and another over the road at The Plough.

HARBO DARLO HQ: Lance in his element in The Sportsman. From the Birmingham Evening Mail

Lance, who was born in the Black Country, hardly ever misses a match with his beloved team from Co Durham and travels all over Britain to watch them. Currently the Quakers are struggling at 17th in Division Three.

He now has more than 100 fans in both pubs who belong to the unique HarboDarlo Fan Club, which he founded four years ago.

Lance, who spent 19 years in the Army, said: "I was a Villa supporter for 60 years, but I got sick of all the Premiership wrangles, so I decided to go back to grassroots football.

"I first watched Darlington play when I was stationed at Catterick Garrison in the North-East more than 40 years ago. They beat Chelsea 4-1 in the FA Cup. Now loads of people in both pubs have started to follow Darlo. I try to see the team about 18 times a season and I spend a fortune on train fares."

David Crawford, landlord of The Sportsman, in Metchley Lane, added: "It's amazing, but Darlington have now got a real following here. "On a Saturday night, once everyone has asked about Villa and Blues, the next question is how did Darlo do? "There's as much celebration in here when they do well as if they were a Birmingham-based club!".

From The Birmingham Mail Tues Jan 1 2002

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The Black Country bard

The end is nigh for Harbo Darlo....well for a while

When I formed Harbo-Darlo, our main pubs were The Plough and The Sportsman.

Then The Plough went up-market and our home was just The Sportsman. Now The Sportsman has closed for two weeks, to also go up-market.

When it re-opens, it will be turned mainly into an eatery with little choice of beer. [Not that there was much choice anyway!] It will also be non-smoking! That means that I will not be using it again and that it looks like the end of Harbo-Darlo.

It was fun, while it lasted, and the regulars have often contributed to Darlington causes. It is surprising how many people, in the pub and at work, know the Darlington result.

Some have even seen Darlo play but very few have seen us win!

NB: Not for the last time, Lance was wrong - the pub re-opened, redecorated, even with real ale. And they even started the quiz nights back up again! He still goes in, occasionaly. Oh, and what goes around, comes around - even The Plough has started to serve real ale!

LANCE IRELAND on how a part of Birmingham will always be "forever Darlo" - Harbo-Darlo.

About the most used word in Harborne is "Darlo."

Even people who have never followed soccer can tell me the latest Darlington result..(last season it was usually followed by "They're not doing very well, are they?")

I formed Harbo-Darlo in 1998 and Marco Gabbiadini was so impressed that he immediately signed for Darlington!

At first there was only "Cat Aston" and myself but membership steadily grew. I think that people really warmed to the club, when they heard that I had nearly been ejected from the ground, on my first visit to Feethams for 40 years.

(In my ignorance, I had lit up a cigarette in the East Stand...) Other advantages are that there is no membership fee and that I hand out Darlo lighters, pens and other goodies from the club shop.

Most of our trips are to local grounds. Harbo-Darlo have had days out at Shrewsbury, Cheltenham and
Kidderminster. As the last results were 0-1, 0-0 and 0-0, some of our members have yet to see Darlo score.

However, those who made the trip to Feethams, for the Exeter game, saw us draw 1-1. In fact I am the only member who has seen Darlington win, so far!

But there are some successes. Darlington won the British Super League and British Super Cup for the third year running The Sportsman's Inn's own in-pub Fantasy League.

But I must admit that I run it!!

A privilege and honour

Lance receives a commendation from supporters' club chairman John Hart for his work in promoting the club. Photo: Andy Smith.

I would like to thank the Supporters' Club for the privilege and honour that they bestowed upon me before the game, when they gave me an award and a bottle of champagne, for my efforts in promoting the name of Darlington Football Club. I can think of quite a few people who were more deserving of the award than myself.

It is true that I have raised funds for the DAFTS and the Supporters' Trust. But this has been thanks mainly to the lovely Lorraine, who uses all her charms on the lads in the pub and manages to get money off them.

I have also spent quite a bit in the souvenir shop, in the eight seasons that I have followed the club. The regulars in The Sportsman follow the fortunes of Darlington, with interest and some even attend the odd match.

I think it was one of my better decisions, in life, when I swapped the Villa for the Darlo.

Harbo Darlo Awards 2005-2006

  The ceremony was held, in the Banqueting Hall, at Kendal Hotel, Harborne, but I was the only one to turn up.

Player of the Season Anthony Peacock. Which is a coincidence, as I also sponsored him. He received an imaginary solid gold cup and an imaginary bottle of champagne. Ryan Valentine was runner-up and received an imaginary bottle of brown ale.

Away Player of the Season David McGurk. Well he was at York City nearly all the season! He received an imaginary solid silver cup and an imaginary bottle of champagne.

Class Player Shelton Martis. Let us hope that he stays with us. Absolutely wonderful, when he moved to the centre of defence. Awarded an imaginary silver tankard.

Lance receives his supporters' club merit award. Photo courtesy of Les Hodge Best Loan Player Kyle Lafferty. If we could have kept him, for the rest of the season, we might have got automatic promotion, let alone make a play-off place. After he left, we hit a very bad patch. Awarded an imaginary silver tankard.

Best Manager David Hodgson, for leading Darlington to their eighth successive British Super League Title. Awarded an imaginary solid gold cup and an imaginary bottle of Champagne.

Best Home Performance Against Mansfield Town.

Best Away Performance Against Barnsley, in the F.A. Cup. Also in the reckoning was the gritty performance against Wycombe.

Worst Home Performance Oxford United and they got relegated!

Worst Away Performance Shrewsbury. Just a bit worse than our performance against Kidderminster.

Best Goal Neil Wainwright, with that last minute strike, against Torquay. It just shaded that great own goal by the Bury defender. Awarded an imaginary golden boot.

Worst Journey And did I have a few! Has to be Shrewsbury. It took me over eight hours to get home, including a four-hour stay on a freezing Wolverhampton station and a bus breaking down in Brum. I could have walked it, as nearly as quick. Awarded a blanket, a hot water bottle and a hot whisky.

Mr Jinx of the Season Has to be Brummie Tony. He rarely sees us win! Travel with him and you know that your train will arrive late!. Tells you of shortcuts that don’t exist! Stay clear of him! You have been warned! Awarded a canal, of his own choice, to jump in to.

Organiser of the Season Tony Waters. Has fixed up some great weekends, for the gathering of the DAFTS. So, clever-clogs, you can organise your own award and pay for it out of the housekeeping! [But don’t let Lesley catch you!]

Best Bearded Photographer Ted Blair but only with the help of his camera. Awarded an imaginary bottle of Liddle’s Special Ale.

Best Song "Me And My Pussy Cat!" Words by Cat Darlo. Music pinched from, "Me and my Teddy Bear!"

Luckiest Team Chelsea. They not only just avoided relegation, from The Premiership, they also managed to avoid playing Darlington. This not only saved them from receiving a lesson, in how to play football, but also saved them from a very heavy defeat!

Most Chased After Men Ray Waters and myself. Two young and handsome men, also known liars! Women chase after us because we pinch their handbags! Awarded a mirror each, so they can see what they look like!

Under The Thumb Neil Johnson - ‘nuff said! Awarded an apron.

Happiest Supporter Harry Johnson. Can see no wrong, with the lads in black and white hoops! Awarded Life Membership to the Glenn Naylor Fan Club.

Live in Hope Award Steve Duffy. He awaits, in vain, for me to write something sensible and for Darlington and Villa to do the double! Maybe next time, Steve! Awarded an extended stay in Cardiff.

So, with The Harbo-Darlo Awards having been presented, the season comes to a close. Have a good summer and I hope to see you all again next season. Don’t miss it! This is when Darlington set a new record, as they get 138 points from their 46 League games, scoring 230 goals and conceding 5 goals. They also win the LDV Cup, League Cup and the FA Cup.

Sheikh a leg

A DAFTS WEEKENDER took place around the Hereford home match (Sat March 17th 2007), including visits to the Darlington Beer Festival and a curry banquet on the Friday evening.

Lance, as Jedi knightLance mixing folk tradition

What's next?Lance of Arabia

In an odd cultural mix, Lance - dressed in Arab headgear - joined in Morris dancing at the Spring Thing Beer and Folk Festival at Darlington Arts Centre on St Patrick's Day! "The Fake Sheikh" had something of the look of Obi Wan Kenobi about him. Thanks to Tony Waters and Karim for organising the special curry banquet at the Spice Garden in town.


"Goodbye Feethams"
(To the tune "Goodbye Dolly Gray")

Goodbye Feethams, I must leave you.
Though it breaks my heart to have to go.
For the Darlo they are leaving,
And at the new ground I must show.

Feethams hear the crowd a’cheering?
And though we now have to part,
I’ll tell you this, mighty Feethams,
You will always be in my heart.

And so it’s farewell to you Feethams’
And as we say our sad goodbye,
I’ll tell you this Mighty Feethams,
I shall love you until I die.

Tony, Brummie Tony and Ray are distracted from their beer - and old trick, but it works every time

BRUMMIE TONY GETS PEACE & QUIET

Long-suffering Brummie Tony (and the other passengers) finally got some peace and quiet the other week when Lance nodded off on the train.

Lance - or The Jinx as he's known to Brummie Tony, and most of us - rarely gets any shut eye and rarely sees Darlo win.

If he happens to be asleep on your train on the way to a game - don't forget, please don't wake him up....

Lance and Alun Armstrong outside Neath station after the postponed Swansea game in October 2004

Identity theft - fresh concern

Ralph

And cousin MickEli Ireland

We suppose every club has one. A Lance that is. We were a bit surprised to see the one at Notts County featured in the programme though. His name was Ralph and he looked the spitting image of ours, except he's obviously not such a jinx on their team. There are quite a few more Lance look-alikes around, including one who became quite famous as Mick Jones of The Clash. Then, let's not forget, Stockton's own king of the comedy stooge, Eli Woods, who like Lance has been associated with the odd stuttering performance..

E-mail: Harbo-Darlo

HQ and flying the flag

Lance can usually be found at the Harbo Darlo HQ - The Sportsman pub in Harborne (below), where there is a Darlo "shrine".

You may also see him flying the flag. He took delivery of an unwanted gift - a Colombian flag bought with great haste before the premature departure of Faustino Asprilla - and turned it into the Harbo-Darlo flag. Harborne had never flown its own ensign - now it's all a flutter!

The flag usually follows Lance around, and it spent one winter in Australia! The Harbo-Darlo flag went Down Under to the Test with a couple of regulars from The Sportsman's...!

Harborne and beyond

The "Harborne Run" in Birmingham is a well-known local pub crawl, attractive to rugger buggers, stag and hen parties, but it's a brave one that stops at The Sportsman!

Other pubs worth trying in the "village" include the White Horse, just off the High Street, with some good real ales on - usually at least three guests on. And also The Bell, Old Church Rd, Harborne.

You can also get decent curries at the excellent Malabar, upstairs at 103a Harborne High Street, and also the Harborne Tandoori, 10 South Street off High Street. While the Bristol Road in nearby Selly Oak is a Balti delight.

There are also some good city centre pub suggestions on the Birmingham CAMRA site, with The Anchor Inn 308 Bradford St, corner of Rea St, Digbeth near the coach station, The Old Joint Stock, a Fullers' pub at 4 Temple Row, opposite St Philip's cathedral, and The Wellington, with its excellent selection of Black Country real ales and Bennett's, both found on Bennett's Hill off New Street. There is also The Toad in Hurst Street, for its footie screens.

My favourite is a little out of the city centre, closer to Villa Park, The Bartons Arms (144 High Street, Aston) on the A34.

A fabulous looking "heritage" pub, restored to its Victorian splendour inside and out, with eight real ales, mostly the house brew Oakhams, with an excellentl Thai menu.

On-line guides to Brum include Itchy Birmingham

Lance gets the bird

Feathers were flying at the Darlington Supporters' Club player of the season night, with a turn-out by DAFTS, Harbo Darlo and special guest "Smokey Joe Crow."

Lance - Rod Hull-like - brought along his friend, to entertain the odd table and make a few childen cry....

As to the awards, Shelton Martis won player of the year, Ryan Valentine got the gong for away fans' player of the year.

Photos: Andy Smith/Steve Duffy.

Lance meets the ladies Lance and Joe meet Karen Glencross
I don't have to buy him a drink? Ray Waters gets cornered Lance and Lorraine from Harbo Darlo
Lance and Joe Crow Smokey Joe Crow cools off with a pint

Lance with top model Emma Davis!

It's bye from Lance until next season

 

Harbo Darlo committee

President Matt Murphy Vice President "Smokey" Joe Crow Chairman Charlie Bear
Treasurer Richard Perry Press officer Lance Ireland Archivist Peter Inbar

Lorraine is our Foreign Ambassador to Holland. She goes over nearly every week, spreading the word about Darlington. So we must have a huge fan club over there by now! (Bring back Tom Kaak!). She usually skips the game to go shopping when on Darlo trips, so has a proud record of Wins: None, Shoes: 40 pairs.

Honorary members' roll (BLT with a pinch of salt): Rhonda Flemming; Doris Day; Johnny Cash; Savo Milosevic; Hans Hoffmibeer; Cyrille Regis; Neil Johnson; Allison Turnbull; Clint Eastwood; Eartha Kitt; Bugs Bunny; Joy N. Desperre; Minnie Sota; Ruth London; Molly Ireland; Ryan Devogel; David Hodgson; Brian Little; Peter Bodak; Ian Butterworth; Claire Crawford; Steve Duffy; Gary Tradsoc and Neil Tradsoc.

Afilliated members' roll (Ham and blue cheese): Gail Tiltonlass; Jonathan Blue; Dougie Bourne and Brian Trueblue


Neil Johnson (above) with the runner-up in the Harborne heat of the Eli Woods Look-alike Contest, while Harbo Darlo member Gary Shaw looks for an excuse to miss Saturday's Darlo thriller.

When does the daft Bear come on?

Membership

Amongst our celebrity members is Gary Shaw, the former Aston Villa striker and an ex-PFA Young Player of the Year. (That's him pictured, sadly the only time he wore a Darlo shirt!)

If you want to wind him up, just mention the name "David Geddis" and let him know how many medals he won in his career!

Others include Bobby Thompson (ex-Wolves, Villa and Blues - pictured below with Lance), Ian "Chico" Hamilton (ex-Villa) Tony Morley (ex-Villa), Peter Bodak (ex-Coventry) and even Lee Dixon (Arsenal and England) joined up when he passed through.

There are a few others as well, as I make any ex-player I meet a Harbo-Darlo member!

Members roll (Corn beef & brown sauce): Matt Murray; Richard Perry; John Bray; Beccy Green; Ivan McCannich; Lance Ireland; John Lennon; Katie Bannister; Louise Penny; Karen Starbuck; Gina Hayles; Marie Punch; Kerry Ireland; Onzie Babby; Tracey De Villa; Peter Fox-Villa; Keith R. Gue; Bob Villain; Bill Sufferemall; Tony Toffeeman; Phil Thejap; Kathy Green; Sandy Delasports; Amanda Devogel; Annabel Faulkes; Dick Latreenz; Lorraine Drinker; Peter Inbar; Sheila Barr; Joolz Tandy; Hank Watchetmate; Fran Carpeting; Danny Sunday; Alan Brown; Gordon Gaffer; Charlie Bear; Little Brian; Lisa Fletcher; Christine Buchanan; Jim Drysdale; Patti Wilby; Pat Goldcup; "Smokey" Joe Crow; Amrik Holiday; Gary Shaw; Lee Dixon; Kevin Chadbone; Steve Oggy; Mac Throstle; "Cat" Darlo; Farmer Trist; Darroch Bagshaw; Tina Bluecoat; Brian Sunday; Bobby Thomson; Tony Morley; Peter McParland; Anna Drink and Dave Grimwood.