Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a hockey stick and proceeded to run randomly round the pitch for an hour and a half during which time he fell over twice, stood on the ball once, scored once and took a shap knock on the lower left shin (the part of Buck was played by me in this production).
I think any sport can look silly when you try to see the point of it, afterall it boils down to two groups chasing a ball for no other reason than it is a whole lot of fun and just a little bit dangerous.

I cycled round by Greenfoot this afternoon the demolition is now virtually complete but here is a picture from last week when it was still partly demolished. Now it just a pile of rubble with only the flat 3 lounge wall still standing.

Greenfoot 11.02.13.

James and I are going to the quiz at the Hart's Head tonight determined to win at least one round so we can have a meal out there one day soon (the prize for winning a round is a meal voucher) before the voucher we won a few weeks ago expires.

Tomorrow back to serious training.