3/4 Cups of Looseness

As the clock struck 7AM on a balmy October's morn, a handful of battle wearied Bashers soldiers converged on the Big Bamboo bound for SRFC headquarters in WaiGaoQiao, our enemy this week = K2. Made In was the first casualty claiming [incorrectly as it was later pointed out] that he was incapable of pulling up after Swahili's B'day bash, and was thus pulling a dodgy one. Pussy. So much for your 50 n.o. out predication and 5 wickets. 2nd no-show and hardly surprising was Circus, always happy playing the role of the clown, but obviously not at 7:00 AM on a Sunday morning. Lightweight. Swahili was also MIA [I've got a feeling his b'day party the night before was more a gay orgy than actual party], but he managed to rock up a little latter so he redeemed himself somewhat!