After a polista’s 30th the night before, you would think the turnout the next day would be tardy at best and non-existant at worst. But we managed a good turnout today, in spite of hangovers and the weather. After punching in at Kent St with some of the other regulars, I had to head back to the Glorious People’s Republic of Moreland to contribute to the collective’s continued existence (ie, pay rent) and took the opportunity to a) make some cheesy muffins for the crew, b) brew some coffee and chuck it in a thermos and c) pull on some fishnets.
*cough*
As you do.
So with an eye on the dark-grey clouds lingering over the ‘burbs I headed back down to the Stanley St Slaughteryards, to see a revitalised court – planks of timber covering the two street-facing driveways, and 6 of the polo faithful, malleting away in spite of the imminent weather. It held off, surprisingly, and some new ball technology was explored – tennis balls covered in fabric tape. It worked, to an extent, I’m sure if we were using slightly more expensive balls with maybe a little more tape, they’d hold up to the occasional roll-over that polo balls are exposed to. At least with our crowd. We need to spend less time rolling over the ball, and more time malleting that sonofa into the cones.
A good day in all, at the least from a catering perspective! I think I need to bring larger cups next time. Er no not bra size. Mitchell I’m going to eat that Danish tomorrow at breakfast - and you can’t stop me
(In other news, another Skid Vicious video has been posted by the good folk at http://crankysundays.blogspot.com/ … watch again for MBPC’s one-two in the skid comp and footdown!)
