Pleasure

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.

On a hot summer's morning the Pleasure squad began to arrive at the Camel, a win over the Devils would put us in a good position for 2nd place in the league.

Last Sunday's weather Gods tried to play havoc on another Bashers Pleasure game without reckoning on the combined stubbornness of a gnarled old Scot and fresh-faced Ozzy to ensure that the cricket went on in some shape and form, despite consistent rain and conditions more akin to the Birmingham League in the middle of an average to good British summer. Bearing all this in mind, the pitch played very well and the drainage was incredibly good except for a few 'wet patches' here and there on the square.