Excuses, excuses, so I’m not going to make any; Wednesday came and went as did Thursday and now here we are on Friday and I’m about to go out for some sub standard Italian Chain restaurant food, and i’m driving, so no beers until I return. Thanks Rochelle for your patience and thanks Brenda Cox for your photo, looks quite an angry one to me, so lets see what the magic Porriage pot of a brain can conjure up today.

On My Marks…

Get Set…

GO!!!

The Semis came and went, and the Giants reached the final by trouncing the Ogres.

In the town square, the Big straightening out began. Unlike the Scots, the Ogres didn’t stick around to help clear up, they live in a swamp FFS!

The Out of Town Ogres had thrown lager all over each other and many passers by when they took the lead. But a quick equaliser and a suspicious penalty had seen them off.

Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.

Someone had a little too much, took it a little too far, started a tree fight.

Ogres can’t take their Beer.

Thought i’d make some sort of topical tale today, what with the Euros on and all (google it my American Friends) 100 words on the long standing footballing rivalry between the ogres and the giants.

This one is for you Dr S.