We’d just finished a Wearmouth dinner.This was no ordinary dinner, not only had we been joined by the man himself, Boob, but what was to follow has stuck in the minds of many. We all got up at the same time, left overs into the bin and wooden trays onto the rack. Next thing we know, Boob has got hold of the bin trolley, takes a glance over each shoulder before proceeding towards the door! We’re in stitches! He spins it around and pushes it full whack back down towards the canteen! You should have been there…
