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.

Monday 19 March 2012

A Humdinger of a Dead Ringer

Our new chairman (right) is starting to impress himself upon the club.
However, making those tough calls does not necessarily heighten his popularity; indeed word on the street was that there may be one or two 'contracts' out on him.
Accordingly, to evade a threatened 'hit' he recently took a decision to use the bulk of the club's annual income to employ a local, long term unemployed vagrant as a 'lookalike'; the idea being that this 'body double' would take the bullet for him.
Controversially, our sources reveal that the chairman has been pocketing the poor sap's payment; meagerly rewarding him for his life threatening labour with a "a magical, never ending invisible bottle of Napoleon's brandy"
He's a humdinger of a dead ringer don't you think?
Literally a 'dead' ringer... see below remarkable footage as the unfortunate doppelganger is presented with that spirit of a bottle, (bless him, look how happy he is as he caresses it) and then takes a bullet to the belly.
His last words were apparently:
"A, A, A, Ow!"
Police would only confirm that the fatal shot came "from somewhere behind the bar..."



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