| Report: | A table topping evening of fun-packed, glittery bauble festooned, tinsel decked, sport, like a gift-wrapped Div 2, butter basted Bernard Mathews booty, a veritable squash Turkey, ripened, fattened and ready to be devoured by the partisan home crowd. A close, well fought match, like two mighty pugilists, albeit rather overweight, out of shape, and living on former glories...but hey. Win of the night goes to Adam, who played on defiantly after a nasty back injury, a weary warrior, like Napolean's Grande Armee returning across the Neman, cowed, bloodied, yet defiant! Special note to 'Chef de Partie' Ambrose, returning from recent Michelin Chili training, a top feast and the use of Micro-Rice was simply inspired-again. Merry Christmas one and all, see you in 24 |
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