Berkshire Shire Hall R.F.C.

Your reporter turned up at 3pm as our illustrious captain had stated in his email to find The Vinster, Neil and Plastic already working away. Three holes had been dug – by the look of it mainly by Vinnie as Plastic and Neil adopted a managerial role (hope they don’t do this at rucks and mauls – wait a minute, that is what they do!!) All the cabling was in place and still Vinnie kept digging. Will and Sean (aka Grace) arrived, also on the back of Plastic’s email and were soon delegated to do manual tasks as befits ‘new boys’! Fortunately the G&T arrived and made it all worth it!

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The sun beat down on The Alamo, which look remarkably like a wood near Gerrards Cross, as the Magnificent Seven sat waiting for the Man With No Name, or Neil as we normally call him, to arrive. It might have had a more Wild West feel if we hadn’t been sitting around on plastic patio furniture.

Eventually though the High Plains Drifter Neil did arrived, at High Noon, and popped open the boot of his car to reveal his “tools”. For future reference if Neil invites you to a “gun show”, back away slowly, avoiding eye contact. Neil also supplied some more experienced gun hands, so he didn’t have to baby sit the novices (Rhys, Frisbee Dave, the Bishop Brothers, and Doc) on his own. Both Tall Dave and Mark brought their own guns so were clearly experts.

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