It’s funny that there’s a fine line between being good at sport and being really bad. These people last mentioned normally try their best. Yes, normally. Today, we were playing a slight variation of Gaelic football. Very fun. But as I said earlier, the people who really didn’t want to participate were happy to found the Country Club, which was situated in the corner of the pitch. You’ve got to applaud them, taking residency where the defence was takes guts, determination, or plain stupidity. And yes, they were our defence. Even the oppositions team didn’t mind chatting away or rolling tyres around the place. Yes, they were. And even walking around in circles at one point. So, while a selection of both teams were defending the goals with their long-winded conversations and tyres, my team and I were trying to win. It was always an embarrassment when the opposition got the ball. They literally walked past our defence, who were huddled in a corner deciding who would take an expedition over to the far reaches of the goal posts and back, hopefully getting in the way of the attackers. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.

It started to rain, and the Country Club were literally fascinated at the way their hands got wet. Really, just looking at their hands. What more could I say? At least the opposition attackers had a welcoming party when they scored a goal.