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.

Friday, 25 May 2012

The Treeman

I'm sure that many of you think that the days of a singer-songwriter are filled with balmy, blissful belly button gazing, done whilst sitting half way up (or half way down) a mountain, drinking rose and grasping at the muse; trying to make something rhyme with 'purple'. 
It's not all lavender folks; witness this footage of The Treeman; perhaps the angriest folksinger on the block. 
I can't see him fitting seamlessly into 'The Bob Heard Band' or trading blues licks with Koko. Only Atko could translate Treeman's rage.
I pity his guitar collection; I think he needs to buy a cat...
Be warned, his prose is... purple.

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