From: "Joanna Boulter" <[log in to unmask]>
> And don't *ever* play lacrosse if you wear glasses, even if you have to
> forge a note from your mum to get out of it.
>
> best joanna
And there I thought lacrosse was simply a polite name to explain how you
excused knocking someone's head off with a stick and smiling sweetly and
getting out from under.
More fool me.
<g>
R.
I didn't have much sense, but I sure as hell knew enough not to mess with
girls with sticks.
The one mistake I made was in the course of a Lufbro/Nottingham cricket
match, and there was this secretary winding up to throw a ball at me, I and
I suddenly realised that she was less interested in knocking out my stumps
than knocking my head open.
I ducked -- sometimes cowardice is the best policy, and I didn't exactly
relish being on the wrong end of a cricket ball heading my way at 90 miles
an hour.
She missed.
Fortunately.
Len Hutton.
That wasn't so bad -- bad was when the idiots arranged a staff/student rugby
match, and they carted-off half the staff on stretchers.
Quite amazing how much venom the kids seemed to have built-up.
R.
I knew a bit about what was going to happen -- so I might be stupid, but no
WAY was I ever going to get involved in a staff/student rugby match.
At that, I'd have prolly been K -- the three nastiest hitmen among the
students were my private bratpack, so I suppose they'd have been a bit
cautious about actually killing me, but that left a bit of leeway when it
came to breaking ankles or legs, and I knew perfectly well what Mike,
Gareth, and Steve were capable of, so no WAY was I about to get on a pitch
with them.
Fun to watch, though.
<g>
R.
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