Saturday 9.00pm
The Grinch (Keith) kills club day. Wet weather has put paid to the Colts final in the morning. The prospect of a bouncy castle being used not by excited youngsters, but Cranesy and Fordy, is simply too much for Nipples to bear. What 2s there are remaining following Saturday’s foetus of a fixture are getting lashed and working out whether there will be enough cricket this year to constitute an actual league. The worrying thought occurs that with the weather the way it is, perhaps we’ve played our last games of cricket for the season already. It’s still July… A few souls with liver capacity carry on to Hibby’s gig in Surbiton. Those present suggest that Tour will be lively. All agree.
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