The score? "Here you go mate, 5 pink callies, a bit of billy and I'll throw in a glowstick for free."
The callies turn out to be paracetamol dipped in food dye, the billy turns out to be glucose and the glowstick leaks toxic gloop into your trouser pocket... ....aaah, the good old days! I'm glad all that taking your shirt off business has stopped as well. During a brief, horrific moment of clarity on Sunday night I was able to picture Public Life with all the male occupants shirtless. Not a pleasant thought. ;) > Hardcore u no the score > > the things is, i didn't know the score, i wasn't even aware i should > have been counting anything. > > Who was playing, why was a score kept, was there any literature on the > score,who won,what was second prize, or indeed, what do you get if you > know the score.Were you left with a feeeling of inadequacy if you didn't > know the score, those that knew it, did you ever tell other people what > it was, or was it a kind of masonic handshake think, wink wink nudge > nudge etc.... > > > yours, mathamatically challenged > > p
