Hill Race Night
Registration for the Hill Race is by the Sycamore Inn
7pm – Local Mothers’ Race – For the Paula Lynam Trophy
7-30pm – Junior Hill Race Local Children are defined as those who were, or still are, eligible to attend Parwich Primary School (14 years and under)
- The Hauliers Trophy for the outright winner
- The BMAC Trophy for the first Girl (outright)
- The Russell Trophy for the first local boy
- The Foden Trophy for the first local girl in each category there are individual trophies for the first three places
8pm – Senior Hill Race – Entry £3
- The Harley Lowndes Cup for the outright winner *
- The Nick Frank Memorial Trophy for the first lady *
- The Russell Trophy for the first outright veteran
- The Wainright Cup for the first runner to the top of the Hill
- The Slater Trophy for the first local runner *
- The Frank Steeples Trophy for the first local lady *
- The Chambers Trophy for the first local veteran
*There are individual trophies for the first three places in these events
The individual trophies for the Junior and Senior Local Races were donated by Janet and Stephen of the Sycamore Inn.
For the full Wakes programme click here.
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Keeping my fingers crossed for dry weather for tonight. I’m not being greedy- just three hours will do so that all the Hill Race runners and supporters can at least celebrate one of our long standing Wakes Week events. Such a shame that the rain didn’t stop for the children’s races. Maybe we shall have to introduce mud wrestling for future years And before you even think about it Paul B, I don’t mean naked ladies…..
Such a shame Patti ,you really got my hopes up there for a moment, I thought you were coming out of retirement , I can still see your name in lights at the Wigan hippodrome ,top of the bill, Patti The Pulveriser, the name struck terror into the hearts of your opponents .You used to make ten bob a night or more taking on all comers.I can see you now emerging triumphantly from the quagmire caked in mud from head to toe ,I would hose you down and after you’d sunk five or six babychams and four or five brown ales we’d have a fish and chip supper.We could have gone all the way to the top Patti if that ruddy Brian hadn’t come on the scene ,c’est la vie…..
Shame on you darling for being indiscreet and revealing a ladies’ secrets. I thought I could rely on you there. Probably a good job I chose the one that was ‘silent but deadly’ Anyway sweetheart, I think the silver memory is playing you up a little – you were the one drinking the Babychams
Your’e quite right Patti,we should leave digging up the past to the time team.
However discretion being my middle name I refrained from mentioning the tattoo you had done in Blackpool after a heavy session on the draught sherry in Yates Wine Lodge, (please handle with care) on certain parts of your upper anatomy. You had star billing at the Tower circus,we had to disguise you after your contest to avoid a frenzied mob at the stage door ,they were a nasty bunch those debt collectors.Do you remember that dreadful guest house’ Bella Vista (home to the stars) what a dump sandwiched between the all night kebab shop and the pawnbrokers . The landlady looked like Les Dawson chewing a wasp,’Sea view five bob extra,no alcohol in the rooms’ she snapped taking a long slurp of Sanatoge tonic wine’ and no noisy activities after midnight, potties under the bed ,Goodnight ‘she said and don’t let the bed bugs bite ‘she wasn’t joking either. You said ‘our room looked like the set of Rising Damp,’ then you spilt your jellied eels in the bed whilst struggling with your curlers. At breakfast after he’d finished his kippers Bumbling Biffo the clown asked you for a date ‘okay ‘you said ‘but no funny stuff’ priceless!. Come on Patti the roar of the crowd the smell of the greasepaint, lets hit the road,Waddya say?.