November 23rd, 2002, 11:41 am ZZ9 AGM Leaving home now to go to the ZZ9 AGM.Knackered and with a sore throat and a sore head, but I'm going anyway. Current Mood resolute
November 23rd, 2002, 12:55 pm I can move! it's a miracle! For some reason the train was packed solid full of big beefy blokes in white shirts. They each had a rose on their left breast. One or two of them were wearing green and gold instead.When the train stopped at Twickenham, they all got off.Is there a game on?
November 23rd, 2002, 08:32 pm ZZ9 AGM The club's A G Mcoincides with a bad cold.I'll go anyway.Ballots come and go,results immaterialtill they vote for me.A pub quiz ensues.Alan, Nolly, Tony, me.You call that a team?Nolly points fingers."Don't you dare turn this intoa bloody haiku".UnsurprisinglyWe fail to win. Are we shocked?Are we buffalo.I buy two T-shirts."Don't Panic!", they both proclaim.One black, one purple.And then, as I wilt,I leave, and head home once more.Thank you and goodnight.