Pleasure

Arriving at the SRFC with Tiny by an alternative transport than the early bus, the Pleasure boys were already at the ground and going through the usual preparation for the big game smoking, eating, scratching private areas and talking about the vague memory of the night before.

The signs were there early that it perhaps wouldn't be the greatest day. I did a quick pre alarm time check only to find that it was 7:20am and I was due at the Camel in ten minutes. Once the panic had died down and I was on my way, I found I'd set my alarm for 7pm instead of 7am. Shit! All I could rely on was Sinbad being late also and with more consistency than a Basher batting collapse so it was: the bus was still there and Sinbad wasn't (apparently the fault of the red taxis), but regardless, my first Basher Lumberjack was assigned.