Football and Waxings
The game got off to a steaming start, with the score at 5-1 to the pseudo Hope team by half-time, at which point most players lit their cigarettes in true sporting fashion. The red faces and rising steam fast dropped as the cigarettes did their work. Of course, poor old John got sent on a wild-goose chase for a proper ball, only to return at the end of half-time, fit and ready to substitute. By the end of the game, after some very accurate time-keeping by Jess and Chris (The Fortune mum had left in despair before half-time), the game ended with a very respectable score of 7 all.
It was then back to the Hope, where we got sandwiches and snacks from those who hadn't been able to play, which went nicely with the compulsory drink. That was where the fun started, after a few bracing drinks for Liam, out came the wax, the strips, and with it the money. ¦The bidding escalated fast, rising from the intial £2 for one leg to almost £20 a leg. Bless, not a whimper was heard from the staunch Liam, but the seat was gripped with a pressure it probably had not had in its long life, and the beer went down fast after.
But that was when the green-eyed monster raised it's head in the name of Anton who apparently couldn't cope with the fact that Liam could raise some money so easily. "Puh", he said, "I'd do it for £30". Almost before the words were out of his mouth, PJ had slapped a tenner on the table and their was no going back. Everyone chipped in, and with a grand slapping £34, Pat had the priviledge of ripping of the waxy strip. No man like chair gripping from green-eyed Anton, just a poignant glassy eyed look. And we had two men with wonderful little hair-free strips up their legs, three rather revolting looking used wax strips, and an offer from the Stuey D to do his chest for the revue.
All in all, a well supported day, raising a sturdy £100 for the kids, and possibly the beginning of the SLT's sports committee???
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