An easy mistake to make.
Burly half naked Rugby players milled around the dressing room in confusion.
The Newton Abbot team manager did his best to instil order. One player appeared to be missing.
The –ahem! – impressive physique of Tory MP Ms Anne-Marie Morris hove into view.
“A woman came up to me and said ‘where would you like me’ or words to that effect, and I just presumed she was the physio,” said MacLean.
Ms Morris said the ‘visit had been an eye opener‘ as she hadn’t realised what the club did.
SBML is the landlord of the Raccoon Arms. He lives North of Watford and has an eclictic range of interests from Science and Technology to Politics including Woodwork and Genealogy. His political viewpoint has evolved from being a student demonstrator to more liberal views and has now seen the light in Libertarianism.
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Did the team form an orderly queue – or was it an unwieldy scrum?
Oh wow. Cue the orgy of puns.
‘Odd shaped balls’ is too big a cliche and is to be avoided.
So long as they didn’t give her the ‘Number 2′ shirt to wear – we’ve had enough scandals recently!
Funny, but I can’t find a report of this story via google.
There you go Brian….
http://www.thisissouthdevon.co.uk/sport/MP-mistaken-physio-Newton-manager-MacLean/article-2615490-detail/article.html
Merci beaucoup, Mme Raccoon.
The players must have thought that “grab a granny” night had started early
You rotten lot! in a previous incarnation before I took my VOWS
I once through a succession of peculiar happenstances, mistaken identities and curious coincidences was forced to share the post match bath with the LONDON IRISH!
Thrice
The whole matter was blown out of proportion in the febrile press, so I know how the poor lady feels!
Sister Eva
Good Sister E. L., what horrors you describe. After three involuntary post-match and possibly whirlpool baths, I bet you found those eddies waring.
Certainly not! That would be a rugby LEAGUE situation! I was strictly a UNION girl!
Did you consumate the UNION dear Eva?
I will only say that I have always been a STAUNCH Unionist. And some of them are rightly known as the Barbarians (giggle!)
Sister Eva
HEAVEN forfend that you should have been subjected to anything resembling a bit of UP AND OVER.
Or UP and UNDER, even.
Child,
Fortunately, after a mis-spent youth, I have found peace with the Lord, with the Sisters of Blessed Relief, and my SPECIAL friend Gildas. Gildas understands me, for being 1,600 years old he has seen most things, and he has not always been a SAINT, if you know what I mean.
But if he strays again, I will DEFENESTRATE him.
In love and light
Sister Eva
I think I got a bit confused back there! All this talk of post-match showers took me back to those heady days of my youth when my now-husband and I used to stand in if Big Daddy and Giant Haystacks couldn’t make a ‘personal appearance’ at some of East Anglia’s tinier village hall venues; Giant Smuddstacks and I would wriggle ourselves into some spangled body-stockings and hurl each other across the splintery floors like there was no tomorrow! Just the memory of Giant Smuddstacks’s more intimate lifts has sent me all-of-a-giddy even now!
I am so glad you have found SALVATION and PEACE Sister E.L. I am still troubled by a clicky-neck and an almost unworkable lumbar region.
Gloria, did you ever don the “spangled body stockings” for a Sunday night of choreographed pugilism at Cleethorpes pier? if so I was likely privileged to see you perform,
Ah well, fifty odd years too late alas.
Sister E L
“I know how the poor lady feels!”
So does the entire home team.
Was she the hooker?
That Sister Eva bird, she was a right raver! Daily Dribble’s page 7 girl of the week 6 weeks running as I recall. Can’t run an exclusive (being an ethical hack) cos everyone knows that!
Probably Nosy Mole – Our Gloria would don the spangly leotard if the light came on when you opened the fridge door……
She knows no shame at all that woman.
Nothing makes a half-nelson more bearable than a few sequins!
Which reminds me dear, the office floor is still scattered with sequins from the last time you burst a side seam…..
Technically, that isn’t the last time I burst a side seam, only the last time I burst a side seam in your office. By the way, did you ever find my glass eye?