She says "The jungle... it just came alive and took him". Or "Run, get to the chopper"

What a difference a day makes. Monday evening I was guesting for Woodfield in the Summit Garage league at a frighteningly quick Nordley Liberals. Tuesday I was playing at the Ppavilions with a jungle thick enough to be hunted by a predator in.

With our captain lounging about in A&E with a paper cut I was forced to start the game without him as everyone wanted to get home for the football. Early into the first four the heavens opened, resulting in much changing of clothes and putting on of hats - some very fetching some less so. I lost the lady I was marking with as once she had geared up you couldn’t see any of her face and she blended in to the conifers around the green. I walked past her four times as it was like she had a cloaking device.

Karen who was modelling the drowned rat look won to 11, Alan proved he likes big heavy greens winning 7, Arthur Priestner was very impressive winning to 9 and Tony overcame looking like a nana to get a spirited 11 against Disco Dave.

The weather conditions improved for the back four but the greens sticky grasp remained as we chucked through the treacle like substance that stuck to each and every foot long blade of foliage. Bob Askwith had a fun game getting his 50p’s worth before winning 18. Chris Greenhill got the better of a nemesis winning ten after 2 previous losses. Bob Horn struggled to extricate himself from a Venus flay trap and finished with nine. I won twenty, got malaria and found a Japanese sniper who refused the accept the war was over before hopping the fence and running down Cooks lane shouting banzai and looking for someone to bayonet.

We won by 32 whoohooo.