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Cressing Temple 2008
So the final wedge! Brave Sir Thomas joins the third row while the less armourered, and obviously more sensible Nick hangs out at the back with the smoking kids. Ian still - bless - hasn't mastered how to use a sword.
Sir Richard takes on all comers... and vows t'fight to the dea... hold on... that Cobham is fighting me (ooooh, who am I?! The mystery continues!!)!!! (see attractive arm armour on left). Why isn't Sir Richard helping! Curses!!! Still, it was early, bless him (whoooohahahah! See the power of the internet now Granty!!!). I am getting the feeling that completely opposed to the bright, bright sunshiny day my song is promising me I might just end up with a crap, crap hungover day.
Ah, is this the death of poor, poor Sir Thomas!! Erm, well, yeah it was!! In a vain attempt to stick a 12 incher up Welly's arse I wasn't prepared for Tim's 72 inches to be rammed into me so forcefully. Boy, am I going to read that back tomorrow and regret it!
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