Welcome. This is an unofficial blog for Beaconsfield squash club.
Here you'll be able to access info about team matches, keep tabs on divisional positions,
and get updates on squash and racketball events and any forthcoming social activity.
It could also be the place to start (and end) rumours, and indulge in healthy banter.
There's bound to be the odd thing that offends; but that's alright isn't it, us being adults?
If you're truly miffed just email me and I'll remove the offending article.
You'll also be able to post a blog yourself; I am your host so, simply email me your piece/rant/match report/poetry/recipe for tripe to:
trev@lisacottage.demon.co.uk
I'll put it up 'in the cloud' and folk will then be able to comment or heckle...
So come on, email your pieces or add your comments below what is already posted there.

Thursday, 22 December 2011

Back Pages: Xmas Carol Special: Turds v Gerrards 'Very' Cross (31/11/2006)

From: 31/11/2006

Becky 3 v GX 1 Lost 2-3 (6-13)
St John has just informed me that he can't play next week as he has "got to go to Carol Singing" (for Christ's sake!) so......

St John (Lost 0-3)
(to the tune of 'Silent Night')
St John was sh*te, St John was sh*te
Moved around like Barry White
Come on Sturgeon, you big Ginger Tom
You want the cream but your boll*cks have gone!
Keep him Kevin, please keep him
Keep him O Kevin, please keep him

AND, started but couldn't finish: (to the tune of 'The Little Drummer Boy')
Christ Almighty,
barapapum pum
That's not a 'blow-up'
it's his bububum bum......

Gareth (Lost 0-3)
(to the tune of 'Away in a Manger')
Though form is a stranger, no need for concern
We all know that Gareth's finesse will return
We love his 'return' stance, his head band is cool
And thank Christ for someone who knows half the rules

Trevor (won 3-0)
(To be sung to me, whilst lying at my feet and to the tune of 'Twinkle twinkle little star')
Twinkle twinkle little star
Now we know how great You are
Like a God (who comes from Greece)
Your sporting wonders never cease
You're our Saviour, hear our prayer
Praise be to He of perfect hair

Steve (Won 3-0)
(to the tune of 'Good King Wenceslas')
Sledging's senseless, there's no rest, he's a beast, is Steven
(Though his squash was pizzaesque: deep and crisp and even)
Brightly shone his smirk that night (grinning like a fooool)
The Poms were in the deep end, he
Was p*ssing in the poooool

Roger (Lost 0-3)
(to the tune of 'Little Donkey')
Little Roger little Roger on a dusty court
Playing like a little donkey (lucky to get nought!)
"Show me that rule book now! Not a stroke! Not a stroke!
Christ, Damn and Holy Cow. Not a stroke! Not a stroke!
Playing like a little donkey, guess he knows his fate:
The 'Knackers Yard of Sporting Giants'
Courtney-Luck awaits!

Coming next week: a Rock Opera on the glorys of team meals entitled "Food Glorious Food, We're Anxious To Try It" (only joking Allan!) and a lecture by the late Kevin Mears on the difficulties of timekeeping in the modern world, entitled "Sorry seems to be the hardest word".
(...there is no game next week, but don't tell the Sturgeon!)
Trev X

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