It was Chapp's birthday this weekend.
47 I believe.
He celebrated in style, more than whetting his appetite on Friday whilst wetting Ches's grandson's head.
Once Bholla's pockets were empty Mike wobbled his way on to the Red Lion where he managed to drop his beloved mobile phone into a (very full) urinal...
He and I spent the evening at the club bar last night with Dirty Dan (whom Chapps had just spanked 3-2 at racket ball), the three of us wondering why we'd not been invited to Toby's stag do...
In between the sighs and moans we devised a new game based on Mike's misfortune in the pissoir...
We now have the equipment and a name for the game:
'What a P*sser!'
Stampie's having a set installed in the (now uni-sex) ladies changing room.
There's talk of a mixed summer league.
All you need to play is the four piece set (see below), ten pints of Becks and a mobile phone...
We're just working on the finer points of the rules.
I'll keep you posted...
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