Club BBQ 2

A few more beers were drunk and a few more burgers were eaten and it turned into a very pleasant afternoon.

As is tradition at rugby clubs, the new players were then initiated. New players had to stand on a chair, introduce themselves to us (shagging stories, STD's contracted, nicknames etc). Drinks were lined up on both trylines and the newbies had to down drinks, run to the far tryline and down drinks then run back and down more drinks.

The final drink to down was Buckfast and one poor chap spewed the chunky contents of his stomach all over the in-goal area. The chunky vomit was swiftly set upon by a very hungry seagull. It was probably the best feed it had had in years.

The unfortunate losers of the race then had to chug more peeve.

As I fell out with the Head Coach last season and left the club, I was admonished / welcomed back with a bottle of Buckfast - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buckfast_Tonic_Wine . It was the first time I had ever tasted Buckfast and I can safely say it will be the last.

I only managed half the bottle before every smell of the foul substance resulted in an outbreak of dry heaving.

I then cycled back to my flat to get changed for the Gimp's birthday party.