Marco & Richy: MFPs, average golfers, good okes

I don't even know where to start; this has been a weekend like no other (long post coming up - I can feel it!). With Marco, version 103kg, back in town for a few days and Richy the Kiwi about to leave us for more sheep-friendly pastures this was always going to be a monster. And how!

We launched with a Saturday morning game of golf (Lara joined us for the round... have I mentioned that she's lovely?) where Richy and I beat the daylights out of Muzzy and Marco. They'll claim something else, but as long as I'm running this site we'll say nothing about my putting and everything about Marco's dreadful banter on the Tee box: "Richy, remember, right is out of bounds". Dreadful.

To their credit they took the hiding like men and we soldiered on for some more predictable endeavours at the Colony Arms. Irish Carbombs, Tequilas, Suitcases, Cane and Cokes and, obviously, John Deer... it was like dejavu all over again.

It's hard to know what to say about this party - there was kissing... lots of kissing... of seriously hot women (yes, I also came right - although I'm not at liberty to divulge much more than that... neither of these two beautiful girls unfortunately), a lot of boozing and the best Karaoke The Colony has seen in years. Decades perhaps.

Richy, the clear winner of the evening plundered our unsuspecting local female contingent pulling two very attractive women and bringing his tally for the 3 months he's been here to... 2! Way to go Kanu - a strike rate similar to goal a season Gazza! Crazy times and loads of pictures with varying degrees of incrimination - "the lunge" the common feature throughout.

Sunday hockey following this kind of action was always going to be a bit of a let down and the return match against Midrand, who're really pretty droth, was fun, but not the most aesthetically significant sporting event (Frankie - note the big words there!?). As per usual I don't have any pictures of the game itself - all you need to know is that we killed them! This could easily have been a 10 goal drubbing (2 off the post) but we took our foot off the pedal about half way through the first half and ended up 5-2 winners. Blinders from everyone - particularly Luke Thomas who snuck into the tech-area and set off the sprinklers! No wonder Stoks ran off before fines. Lovely to see Meegs and young Adam at his first ever game.

I set up what was without doubt the goal of the match... for them! "Clinical" I think was the word Trent used - whatever bud, just 'cause you can't keep a clean sheet. Goal scorers our side, Juan, Mallers x 2, Gazza and Andrew.

And our poor FC-Harps took a stick in the mouth for the 1st time since Andy left SA and lost half of another tooth (the anger management was something to behold). The picture above was taken at the last club night where he took a beer bottle in the face. Hard lines Harps - hope all's okay mate.

To the club again and we were back to what we do best: Fines, love 'em. Marco (so good to have the big man in a MFP jumper again) had another storming game, but was pipped to the MoM by Richy who carried his previous night's exploits forward with real Fleur... I mean Flair! He did make the rooky mistake of wearing a pink polo shirt and Melrose Arch Hotel Slippers to the fines meeting and was suitably punished with a spongy funnel. Not the best flow rate there, although I suspect he appreciated the feeling of white woolliness again.

Other fines went the way of Grays, Gazza, Nath, Cliffy, Al and Hugh "King of the Mountains" Bladen along with a couple of the lovely wives and girlfriends - all told a brilliant meeting. I guess when you leave your reputations in tatters on the floor of the Colony there's enough ammo to get everyone well and truly scruffy.

The lovely Ballerinas lured us into the Long Bar after fines where we shared banter about all sorts of interesting things - most of it was very smutty, the rest I can't remember. The beautiful Ballerinas skipper raised some concerns about my "accidentally" linking previous Ballerinas posts to their other websites. You'll be happy to know that I've learned my lesson - thanks to Jeanne for the pictures of her and a couple of her lovely team mates from the BVD. Much more sensible.

Strange moment of the day; this chap who joined us for the latter part of the fines meeting. A curious fellow to say the least - he added some experience to the blend as well as a really odd version of Nkosi Sikeleli.


And finally... did someone say "Chicken Prego"!?

MFPs, truly phenomenal!