No not the drugged up super thin old tart.
Last night was the company bowling tournament at the bowling alley. Along with Mrs H, Brunex, Big Frank, Jorge and Nasty Nes I found myself in a team called the bowling stones.
First game was rather eeeeerr average. Only Nester and Jorge hitting some sort of form with a 147 and 138. I pitched in with 126 (Should have been 138 but the stupid computer docked me spare for some reason and I wasn't going throw a fit). Guess we were in the running at this point as we all bowled pretty well even Mrs H chipping in with 83.
Next game was a different kettle of fish. Often sportsmen talk about hitting a "groove" (no not George on a usual Friday night). Well somehow I found it in the 2nd Game. Now when I was younger while the DM was raging with anger and learning the skills of a good frontman. Chad was bopping to the tones of whatever game before the stone rose and Chairboy started modelling different styles for his tache, I spent most of it in a bowling. I lived in smallish town with little to do so when they opened a bowling ally right down the street, I would spend afternoons there and on the golf course.
So I found myself bowling my second Highest scratch score of 221 YES 221.
Turns out as well we actually won the competition. Wine to the winners , which is a tea totaller is errrrrmmmm I suppose the thought that counts.
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