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.

Wednesday, 6 February 2013

Bulls v Holmer Green. Koko's Write up Pending...

The Pig writes: 
We bagged 19 points last night against a weakened Holmer Green.
A great team effort and quite a lot of fun as well. 
Matchcard attached.
Unusually, Phil Alexander will do the match report; a steep price to pay for hanging around in the bar too long, but Koko was warned.
So, that will take us to 149 points from 14 games. 
Next week, away at the RAF who have 150 points from 14 games. 
A relegation decider, possibly (although looking at the league Holmer Green are now in the mix with 1879, us and the RAF).
It would be useful if the Bears turned over the RAF tomorrow night - Trev, some gentle words of encouragement on the blog?

Trev: Not a lot that I can say Pig. The Bears are fueled by the self confidence that comes with their wealth of talent. If the RAF are similarly stacked it could be a cracker.
Meanwhile, take a look at this 'candid' from last night. It's blurry nature suggests that the evening ended in disarray... This is as focussed as The Bulls get these days. From left to right witness:
The Koala; it's been mentioned that this particular Bear has two vaginas: The Chairman is keen to remind you all that he would therefore like to be known, forthwith as 'Two C*nts', but only after the 9pm watershed.
The Fox: Trying to get The Python back into my pants...
The Pig: Looking like a Sci Fi Hobbit...
The Camel (kneeling): Hooded but happy.
The Chicken: Looking a bit like a waxwork of Gollum that's been left a little too close to the radiator.
The ears/pate/nose combo had me snorting porridge when I first viewed it...


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