Touch Rugby and other Stuff
So the Touch Rugby has finished and good it
was, I now have some Games up and coming for
September unfortunately I’m away in August so won’t
get any until Sept.
Upcoming Games
4th Sep Wellingborough School 1st 15 Vs Kettering RFC U18s
6th Sep Towcestrians Colts Vs Olney Colts
27th Sep Lichfield 1st Vs Bournville 1st (Exchange)
Thoughts of a tour
Adopting a Monkey
Something that should not be taken on lightly and certainly a long term commitment so think carefully before you do.
It all started some time ago with a group of people deciding to go to a more liberal European country. Flights were arranged people or “fixers” abroad were contacted and readied, passports all in order and monies were put into brown paper envelopes.
As the time came closer more details filtered through, it seemed that some of the party knew what they were doing and had made this type of trip before. But for some this was the first time and they wondered just if the details were as bad as being reported, like did the people really fight that much, was the fixer really like that, how much drink did they really get through!
The time came and early one morning the car was started and a couple of the group were picked up on route to the airport, actually these guys were a laugh this was going to be OK, but how many monkeys could we get through?
The main group met and it seemed that the ape trading was already in progress at the bottom of an escalator, bunches of people chattering together and unable to move as the doors were not being opened, at last we were free and running to the plane, seats taken it seemed that we were not the only ones heading to the jamboree, others to were heading to that same country.
I couldn’t believe that these were also monkey trading!
After finally arriving at the hotel the group gathered at the venue and beers were consumed, was this Dutch courage before choosing your ape, I wasn’t sure, the rain came down hard, real hard, so all decided that it was best to stay for a while longer before heading into town and the market.
The journey to town was brief and a bar chosen, still no apes, but after a further search another bar was reached and this time food was achieved. I see this must be the pre event, but after more liquid and a trip to other bars and venues we were heading back to the hotel where rooms had been changed re arranged and keys swapped. Night everyone, so this monkey choosing won’t happen quite yet, it must all be a mistake. Then realisation it’s a double bed and I’m not alone, shit I’ve never heard it called a monkey before, however except for some snoring from others in the room all was quiet.
Breakfast was good, no one had to much in the way of sore heads, seems plenty of water must have been consumed or people were just good at this. So now off to the field and this is where laws would be reiterated choices would be confirmed and battle would take place. Battle? Do I need to fight for the gorilla.
Kit was handed out and games took place throughout the day, ah I see all I have to do is ref and Copenhagen wasn’t such a bad place after all the sun shone and apart from the brawl on pitch 3 (and hey they all knew each other I’m not saying anything about in breeding) everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. So where’s my monkey? It must happen this evening at a meal, nope that was an Indian and no adoption papers were handed out yet, the final day came preliminary’s Semi’s and then the Final’s came were enjoyed and reffed to the highest standards (well we were on tour)!
So what is all this about adopting a monkey nothing was going to happen, livestock had come and gone (on the pitches) and although some of them looked a little ape like, they were all to old to adopt SURELY!
Well now all we had to do was wait for the airplane back, beer was consumed stories were told and hair was pulled well for some at least!
The time meandered by and after reaching the airport the only money that had changed hands was for food and drink no livestock yet. Oh no the family are going to be so disappointed with no ape, gorilla, rhesus or even a chimp to take home. So dozing on the plane it all fell into place the presentation made in the aisle and finally the animal was presented to the person and everyone laughed all the way through to baggage claim. Not a monkey but an orang-utan, Orange hairy and small, and hey a new nick name that no-ones ever heard before, well that’s what he told us!
Touring it’s fun honest!
A tourist.
Upcoming Games
4th Sep Wellingborough School 1st 15 Vs Kettering RFC U18s
6th Sep Towcestrians Colts Vs Olney Colts
27th Sep Lichfield 1st Vs Bournville 1st (Exchange)
Thoughts of a tour
Adopting a Monkey
Something that should not be taken on lightly and certainly a long term commitment so think carefully before you do.
It all started some time ago with a group of people deciding to go to a more liberal European country. Flights were arranged people or “fixers” abroad were contacted and readied, passports all in order and monies were put into brown paper envelopes.
As the time came closer more details filtered through, it seemed that some of the party knew what they were doing and had made this type of trip before. But for some this was the first time and they wondered just if the details were as bad as being reported, like did the people really fight that much, was the fixer really like that, how much drink did they really get through!
The time came and early one morning the car was started and a couple of the group were picked up on route to the airport, actually these guys were a laugh this was going to be OK, but how many monkeys could we get through?
The main group met and it seemed that the ape trading was already in progress at the bottom of an escalator, bunches of people chattering together and unable to move as the doors were not being opened, at last we were free and running to the plane, seats taken it seemed that we were not the only ones heading to the jamboree, others to were heading to that same country.
I couldn’t believe that these were also monkey trading!
After finally arriving at the hotel the group gathered at the venue and beers were consumed, was this Dutch courage before choosing your ape, I wasn’t sure, the rain came down hard, real hard, so all decided that it was best to stay for a while longer before heading into town and the market.
The journey to town was brief and a bar chosen, still no apes, but after a further search another bar was reached and this time food was achieved. I see this must be the pre event, but after more liquid and a trip to other bars and venues we were heading back to the hotel where rooms had been changed re arranged and keys swapped. Night everyone, so this monkey choosing won’t happen quite yet, it must all be a mistake. Then realisation it’s a double bed and I’m not alone, shit I’ve never heard it called a monkey before, however except for some snoring from others in the room all was quiet.
Breakfast was good, no one had to much in the way of sore heads, seems plenty of water must have been consumed or people were just good at this. So now off to the field and this is where laws would be reiterated choices would be confirmed and battle would take place. Battle? Do I need to fight for the gorilla.
Kit was handed out and games took place throughout the day, ah I see all I have to do is ref and Copenhagen wasn’t such a bad place after all the sun shone and apart from the brawl on pitch 3 (and hey they all knew each other I’m not saying anything about in breeding) everyone else seemed to be enjoying themselves. So where’s my monkey? It must happen this evening at a meal, nope that was an Indian and no adoption papers were handed out yet, the final day came preliminary’s Semi’s and then the Final’s came were enjoyed and reffed to the highest standards (well we were on tour)!
So what is all this about adopting a monkey nothing was going to happen, livestock had come and gone (on the pitches) and although some of them looked a little ape like, they were all to old to adopt SURELY!
Well now all we had to do was wait for the airplane back, beer was consumed stories were told and hair was pulled well for some at least!
The time meandered by and after reaching the airport the only money that had changed hands was for food and drink no livestock yet. Oh no the family are going to be so disappointed with no ape, gorilla, rhesus or even a chimp to take home. So dozing on the plane it all fell into place the presentation made in the aisle and finally the animal was presented to the person and everyone laughed all the way through to baggage claim. Not a monkey but an orang-utan, Orange hairy and small, and hey a new nick name that no-ones ever heard before, well that’s what he told us!
Touring it’s fun honest!
A tourist.
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