As the Bashers slowly congregated in the lobby of the tallest and most expensive hotel in Nanjing (possibly Jiangsu) a few things became evident:
1. Filthy and Shears had not made it home to their loving wives (Fei and Squeaky contacted me about good divorce lawyers the following Monday)
2. They had paid for their lavish accommodation (floor/chair) in various ways. I personally would like a refund from Shears as his services were as good as his bowling, extremely disappointing! Sinbad & the Korean mentioned something along the same lines about Filthy.
3. Birdshit was still not happy with the hotel service and was wearing two different shoes.
4. A lot of the bashers looked in good shape and therefore had not gone rural enough the night before.
5. The Castle Bar is a real sh*thole
As we all started arriving at the camel at 11:30am for our 14:00 game (who was the dumb f**k that organised us to convene two and a half hours before the game), there was tension in the air and a hint of beans as we prepared to board the bus with our arch nemesis the c*ck smokers AKA Hotdogs.
The two teams fought for seats on the 7 seater bus, which amazingly arrived early for once. We then listened to stories of Loose making castles in the sandpit last weekend, Badabing & Swoop going over the AFL probable play-off scenarios and the one South African on the bus was abused about the All Blacks massive comeback and victory earlier that morning (3-0 biarchs)! (more…)
With a 1:30pm (Saturday) start to our game we pondered why we deserved this lovely time slot. Then we realized we had done nothing and it was only because we were playing a D.P.R. ****dog team that we had such a convenient start time. We discussed team tactics over a few Crown Lagers while we waited for “Birdshit” to arrive, which never eventuated. We jumped on the bus and headed to Dulwich in “HIGH” spirits.