Wickman, following nets, (here attended by Cranesy, Gatesee, Kamran and an active Dom) idly tunes in to the Conspiracy Theories documentary on BBC 2. Wickman, credulous fool that he is, genuinely believes that David Kelly wandered off into the woods, swallowed an amount of drugs and had a good go at slitting his wrists. A weak heart, a good bleeder or an amount of co-Proximal sorted him out. Wickman is very glad he wasn't a Wick member. If you were a Wick member, what better place to end it all apart from propped up against a sightscreen, looking directly down the wicket, and remembering the time you lofted someone from Old Tiffsluts over the sightscreen at the other end to win a game for the Wick? Or, at a pinch, perhaps you'd retire to the Millennium Wood for a bit of privacy... But Wickman says why defecate in one's own vestibule? Why choose a true beauty spot like the Wick to bring it to such a tumultuous end? Surely you wouldn't want the Wick swarming with Her Maj's finest? Surely you'd want to preserve the Wick's silent majesty? Preserve the deers' tranquility? No Wickman thinks that most Wick members would wash linen like that at home and would make sure that they never gave the local constabulary a good reason to come down to the club house...
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The Student agrees. He was once of an illegal age, but now he has matured he attempts to act in a responsible manner. Whilst not always successful, he believes in taking responsibility for his actions, even if pride must be swallowed.
WickWAG can recall back to last century when a match against another local side - possibly Teddington or Hampton Hill was cancelled due to a body slap bang in the middle of the wicket, which turned out to be the result of suicide.
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