Nov 01

Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh

I send flyboy one on first as usual, he likes it that way (so the ladies tell me), job done, he’ll be fine at the pearly gates, apparently god doesn’t mind if he’s white with black stripes or black with white stripes and since we’re from Brighton, we don’t mind either. To be fair he scraped it and so will have to buck his ideas up next week. Time to sacrifice the gurning magic dragon that doesn’t puff anymore, boom, he does it again and wins, this is gonna be easy, I’ve held my two main fly boyz back to kill them off and stuck myself in the rear as a last ditch punt if they fail which frankly they can’t. Up steps The toddler, he’s brought his fancy this week and that’s always a bad sign, for a start she’s waaaaaay out of his league and you can see the pressure he’s under to perform. Bam, he goes down like a sack of potatoes, performance issues, which he’ll now have to work out with his fancy, be gentle with him fancy. I’m not worries because I’ve been holding Mr. Angry in reserve, I’ve given him someone beatle(Hey Jude, don’t make it bad, Take a sad song and make it better, Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better, Hey Jude, don’t be afraid, You were made to go out and get her, The minute you let her under your skin, Then you begin to make it better, And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders, For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool, By making his world a little colder, Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, Hey Jude, don’t let me down, You have found her, now go and get her, Remember to let her into your heart, Then you can start to make it better, So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin, You’re waiting for someone to perform with, And don’t…)able. All will be well, bosh, my star player (The Toddler told me on week one he’d be my star player this season) falls to the drunk. Its a wobble, worry not, we’ve got a womble for just such a wobble. 6fish, the star of last week steps up, all concentration. He fights with the existential inner self thats held him back since Sartre and the eighties, where, I say where, is Camus when you need him, even Genet could have stopped this fall but no, there is no stop, we all fall.

Beware of darkness,it can get you, and it can hurt you and what is more that is not what we are here for. The wanderers, beaten, cut to shreds on the battlefield, too many weak links in the shield wall. Team building is perhaps only a week or two away, cross bow practice seems the best option. The creature (we mis-named him last week (the Beast)) will come to save us next week. He is on the team sheet and we don’t care if our enemies know in advance.

The Bourbon kicks in, calm, smooth, soft fall to earth. It will all be ok.