Bashers Cricket Club

It all seemed perfectly normal for a bright sunny Sunday morning; Birdshit slept through the first alarm, Tank was late, Swahili wasn't sure where he slept. But it wasn't until the Pusher revealed that he had got in a massive 24 hour kip the day before that it became clear the Pleasure team had been quietly building up its reserves. It's possible the impending afternoon of complimentary booze at Cuvee was a factor, but still, there was something different.