|
SCHOOL
SPORTS DAY
Organised and run by the Queen of the Clipboard, it was Team 2 who somehow took the honours despite the obvious handicaps. As Jackie explained the rules to Sarah, she was rather surprised to see her fall over. One too many cocktails possibly - or something to do with the three legged race. Jump
to Page 1 - Where it all started |
|||
|
Team 1 Team 1's Dover landmark was the White Cliffs. Undoubtedly the most creative idea on offer, it fell apart during the rendition of 'Summer Holiday'.
The three legged race went well for these two, who seemed to like hugging a little too much.
Rachel might have appeared an upright member of the community, but she wasn't above cheating in the space hopper race. Looks like she's walking to me...
|
Team 2 Team 2 built a genuine pub from a bit of old newspaper and some leaves. Seriously crap, somehow they persuaded the judges they weren't the worst.
John thought he would be handicapped by the pregnant woman. However he found that years of alcohol abuse and smoking actual makes you slower than a woman carrying a small child in her stomach.
After realising his strength was not in three legged races, space hopping or paper mache, John retired to the swimming pool to contemplate his life. His team meanwhile were elsewhere struggling with the next round.
|
Team 3 Team 3's version of Dover's Mount Rushmore doesn't come across well in a photo. Come to that it wasn't much better in the flesh. The balloons were certain well-known Dover locals, and obviously looked nothing like them.
Al had no interest in even running the race, instead deriving some kinky pleasure from waxing Shirl's legs with sellotape.
Shirl believed in team work. Telling them what to do built up such a thirst. They had to wait until they'd finished their work before they could get their hands on a ribena. Despite building the most engineering beauiful design it was pants as far as propelling the egg was concerned.
|
|
| Jump
to Page 1 - Where it all started Jump to Page 3 - Wet n'wild |
|||
It
wasn't a day for the faint hearted. Come to that, it also wasn't a
day for the fit, fast, creative or intelligent. The annual Cooke Cup
became the annual Smithen Cup and a whole load of new rules came into
force - no stopping for a nice pub lunch, no lazy beers in the afternoon.
No, this was a day when a few people came into their own, and a few
others just went off on their own to escape. 
