A long time ago in a galaxy far, far, away.....no, no, no, that just conjures images of Jar Jar Binks now.
Once upon a time....now that just sound naff doesn't it?
Okay, okay...third time lucky right? Without further adieu...
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London Maidenhead that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame glow of the lamps street lights that struggled against the darkness.
(Apologies to Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton).
I had finished work and was keen to meet my friends for a couple of bevies before the game. Running late, I cut through a park and saw blokes doing reps around the paddock. Having had a couple already, my mouth got the better of me and I stood, almost spellbound before hollering "Put your back into it, you Muppets." I stood and egged them on for a good half an hour, before realising I was close to being late and now conscious of the fact that I was soaked to the bone and standing in a puddle. I excused myself from the sideline with an extravagant wave and sprinted away to raucous applause. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but a mysterious figure stepped out of the murky shadows and ripped up paddock that I hadn't focused on him during my short time there. Foreshadowing events to come, he pulled out his cellular phone, dialed a number and started a conversation in a low and mysterious voice with persons unknown.
Running up to the High Street, dodging the now pelting hail, the stormy weather had really closed in. Arriving home at the flat, I leapt into the shower, the water against my body warmed me through, a change into my kit and I felt I was ready for the game. Descending down the back stairs, disappearing into the night....
At the bottom of the staircase, the air was gloomy; thick fog had descended on the town. Glancing at the time, I should have been there an hour ago. Thoughts were running through my mind of my punishment as I jogged two blocks down the High Street and made a left and headed for the bright lights emanating from within....
Once upon a time....now that just sound naff doesn't it?
Okay, okay...third time lucky right? Without further adieu...
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London Maidenhead that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame glow of the lamps street lights that struggled against the darkness.
(Apologies to Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton).
I had finished work and was keen to meet my friends for a couple of bevies before the game. Running late, I cut through a park and saw blokes doing reps around the paddock. Having had a couple already, my mouth got the better of me and I stood, almost spellbound before hollering "Put your back into it, you Muppets." I stood and egged them on for a good half an hour, before realising I was close to being late and now conscious of the fact that I was soaked to the bone and standing in a puddle. I excused myself from the sideline with an extravagant wave and sprinted away to raucous applause. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but a mysterious figure stepped out of the murky shadows and ripped up paddock that I hadn't focused on him during my short time there. Foreshadowing events to come, he pulled out his cellular phone, dialed a number and started a conversation in a low and mysterious voice with persons unknown.
Running up to the High Street, dodging the now pelting hail, the stormy weather had really closed in. Arriving home at the flat, I leapt into the shower, the water against my body warmed me through, a change into my kit and I felt I was ready for the game. Descending down the back stairs, disappearing into the night....
At the bottom of the staircase, the air was gloomy; thick fog had descended on the town. Glancing at the time, I should have been there an hour ago. Thoughts were running through my mind of my punishment as I jogged two blocks down the High Street and made a left and headed for the bright lights emanating from within....