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July 2001 |
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Now came the difficult part: trying to explain to fergie that we were no longer in Motherwell. Dor - noch - we told him. North of Scotland. Here we see a picture of him trying to grasp the fact. |
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Once we had given up on that, we sparked open the first of our “Kristorg” top quality 3% vol lagers each. For dinner we went to the Eagle hotel for dinner where Fergie, still wondering where he was, had his traditional Motherwell Burger. Following that some more frosted bad boys were sparked open and consumed in rapid succesion. |
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Next on the agenda was a game o pool. Jonathan ‘Hendo’ Henery took on the mighty pool champ Bolton and somehow defeated the 8 ball king. Pool was one of the only games Deko managed to put in a good shift in, and his table tennis skills are better left unmentioned. |
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Table Tennis then, Hendo and Bolts drew 2 games each, which left a game of Fuseball to decide it - although this would not be decided until the next day. |
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Wa?...ja?...buh?... |
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Fergie...in a red T-shirt |
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The next day we wanted a game of Tennis but those lousy punks wouldn’t rent us tennis rackets so we made do with a game of putting, with the loser paying for the next rounds of table tennis. |
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With the Fergie losing 5-5-5-4 he took his stance. Breathed slowly. Thought for a bit. Thought for a bit more. Then shot a fabulous hole in one. Soon Bolts was trailing and Deko loved every minute of it. But then - KABLAMMO! - hole in on for Bolts! And POW! Deko began to lose! And as the game drew to a close Hendo extended his lead and won by 3 shots over Bolts with Fergie one behind him, and Deko paying the next game o table tennis. |