Busy week

On Monday I played my first competitive game of football for nearly three years! Little wonder it's taken a week to recover.

You can check the league on the link below. We play at Wimborne at QE School where a fantastic all weather surface has been put down. Our team are called Thirty Plus which says it all really.

http://www.yellowjersey.co.uk/

Backtracking a little, I will reveal that many of those I play with were just 15 when I met them, still at school while I was a veteran of 25! They are now 32, married with young children and all of us are somewhat past our footballing prime. Nevertheless we decided to gird our loins for old times sake and the prospect of a refreshing pint afterwards. Full of trepidation we took to the unfamiliar surface and to our surprise, even astonishment managed to turn back the years with two controlled performances in which I swear some of us even ran now and again. I say us but should more accurately say some of them. Mind you I bagged three goals on the evening and look forward to a revival of our old debates about who has scored the most goals. Modesty, and perhaps respect for the truth, prevents me from commenting that it was usually me.

Highlight of the evening though was the final action of game two.

Big Si had the ball pinged to him at pace and controlled it forcefully about ten yards ahead of him. Stung by the derision about him, he chased forward, the ground sloping slightly downhill. He careered toward the netting which separated the the pitches and spectacularly caught his foot in the net. Tsunami experts feared the worst as his mature frame fell like a wounded buffalo and giving the cue for much laughter from his colleagues, laughter which froze on our lips as he remained prone, agony etched on every feature of his face. Clutching his knee for all the world like Gazza in that fateful Cup Final, Simon looked to be trying to deflect the inevitable mickey taking but it was true, he had banged his knee. It became more swollen as we retired to the bar anxious that his availability for next week was far from certain.

Watch this space readers.

I will review some of the drama exam performances tomorrow undoubtedly the highlight of which was Bouncers. More to follow along with report and photos from Durlston Country Park which I'm visiting tomorrow.

No cricket today as rain swept over the channel and into Bransgore where Verwood had hoped to make a return to winning form. Can a team without a win make a return to winning ways? Who knows and who cares.

Just ordered the DVD set of Twin Peaks so lots to watch during half term in a couple of weeks.

See you later.