Pleasure

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!

With the Bashers' fully loaded city bus express, chauffeured by Shanghai Transport Service's equivalent of a metro-sexual, heading straight for Bashers' Beach, the scent of victory and Lambrusco was thick in the air. The ride itself was mainly uneventful, if you don't count the fact that it was decided by unanimous vote that next year's Bashers uniform would basically be designed by Dolce and Gabbana (scarves, handkerchiefs and cummerbuns...please).