JUST LIKE BACK HOME”
GIVE THE KAURI HOTEL THE THUMBS UP
18 August saw Bluebirds DownUnder venturing south across the harbour to
their new home at the Kauri Hotel in Glebe. And what a brilliant night
it was……best ever was the comment of all who attended. And what
a turn out, with many new faces; people who have been members for a while
but unable to attend a gathering until now. Pictured below are the lads
and lasses who made it for the very first time, and not a back-packer
in the picture are; Sean (Brecon) Barry (Port Talbot) Sue (Whitchurch)
Brian (Whitchurch) Mary (Anglesey) Geraint (Anglesey) Simon (Cardiff)
Gethin (Tredegar) Lesy (Belgrade) Budgie (Aberdare) Antony (Merthyr) David
(Splott) Tristan (Cardiff) Paul (Penarth)
new location obviously suits people much better, and we are now finding
that Bluebirds DownUnder is becoming a popular venue for Sth Walians in
general, and not just those who are fanatical City supporters.
in those numbers are Sue and Brian Donovan, who were not only first time
attendees but who also were celebrating their 24th Wedding anniversary
THAT NIGHT. (How the hell did you get away with that one Brian!!) The
couple got a huge roar of approval from the gathered masses, and it all
added to a fantastic spirit of friendship and goodwill that now holds
the Bluebirds DownUnder team together.
reason that the evening was so popular was that it included the launch
of the Bluebirds DownUnder T shirts. Over 40 of the shirts were sold on
the night alone, and Mike Daughton has already gone into a second production
run of shirts. Here’s a picture of some of the lads proudly wearing
their new shirts outside the now famous Kauri Hotel.
will be sending a pre-ordered supply of shirts over to Cardiff with Jim
Welsh when he comes back for the Italy and Finland games (plus the Derby
game) so if your in Wales and you want to place an order check out the
website merchandise page and e-mail Mike NOW!!.
evening was made even more enjoyable by the hospitality of the Kauri’s
landlord Tristan and his two sons Sean and Tristan Jnr. Here they are
pictured behind the bar and (apparently) enjoying the evening as much
as the punters.
lads went to a great deal of trouble getting the bar decked out with flags
and bunting, and even purchased a DVD player so we could watch CARDIFF
CITY-THE GLORY YEARS on the big screen. A major part of the team were
above are the Kauri Hotels Resident chef, Filthy McNasty (Filthy to his
mates) and the recently appointed Bluebirds DownUnder Official Purveyor
of Fine Foods, David (Mad Butcher) Thomas, who organised Welsh sausages
(Pork and Leek) for us all and who has promised Faggots and mushie peas
for the next one. Great job lads, food was fantastic, and no one has reported
in sick…yet. (alcohol poisoning…yes……food poisoning…no.)
then there was the moment that brought tears to every ones eyes. No, not
when Rich knocked over Kevs beer for the third time that night, but when
eyes met across a crowded room and there, through the sands of time, Jon
saw Geraint and Geraint saw Jon for the first time for maybe ten years.
there was much celebrating as they reminisced about the last time they
were together, in the cold northern hole that is Scarborough, following
the City as they had for as long as they could remember, around the small
crappy grounds of the 2nd and 3rd division.
so the evening passed, warm, funny, friendly and oh, so Sth Wales. It
was as if you could walk outside and straight onto Cowbridge Rd East.
However, outside it was Sydney, Monday night, and tomorrow was a working
day. Slowly the revellers departed, (although Sue and Brian the wedding
anniversary celebrants seemed quite reluctant to leave) and outside it
was cold like Wales but definitely Sydney. That left the hard core, the
lads who were going to stay till Tristan locked the doors, because they
could, because they had booked accommodation.
so, the drinking and the chat continued, with the last five standing being
Martyn, (look at his eyes, hows that for pissed?) Nic (using Martyn for
support), Barry (I may be from Port Talbot but I’m 100% Cardiff)
and Kev, (who was still there but sleeping on his feet). And don’t
forget cameraman Captain Rich who was wondering where the evening had
got too, it all went so fast.