From a freezing garret in Shrewsbury ...

... the Chronicler, Dr Phillpotts, his mittened fingers almost paralysed with cold, taps out a message on the keyboard: "I am glad to see that the Crickley blog continues to attract attention. Amongst the things I have noticed recently is your query about the Yellow Bus and the Hula Hoop Frenzy. You may not be aware that after the Yellow Bus became redundant in 1989(?), being not so much a white elephant as a yellow elephant, it was adopted by the supervisors' circle as a semi-illicit after-hours drinking den called the Yellow Elephant Club. In this it was the successor to Naughty Nicky's (a caravan in the car park) 1983-1985, and the Boudoir (a room filled with mattresses at the end of the Brick House) 1986-1988(?). Despite our efforts to promote the sleazy aspects of these establishments, proceedings were usually quite sedate, lapsing only occasionally into the orgiastic. The Hula Hoop Frenzy refers to one night in the Yellow Elephant Club when Joanne consumed a bottle of white wine and several packets of Hula Hoops in pretty short order before retiring. When Steve followed her a little while afterwards he found her lying on her back with her head poking out of the downhill end of their tent,  at which point Steve decided that what she really needed was a walk round the car park and a cup of strong black coffee. Of course it was the Hula Hoops that did it, hence the name. Why Jock should be putting his finger in Nicky's ear I don't know. It joins other such notably named events as the Dance of the One Cagoul and the Night of the Exploding Schoolgirl. "

I think I want to hear more about the Night of the Exploding Schoolgirl, please ...  did we ever tell her parents?