So along with Mark, we formed a nice little triumvirate and proceeded to get our collective hides tanned (questions here). The team name - "The Losers, Baby" - was certainly appropriate, although I never did discover how far down the league we ended up: a score of 9.5 out of a maximum of 21.5 probably saw us near the arse-end of the pack. Never mind ... a good first attempt I thought (the winners only got 16.5 - the others, 15) and I had a fun time so I'll be back to try my hand again, no doubt. [Warning to any potential future team-mates: I confused Morten Harket with Adam Sandler - the signs aren't good]
It was then onto Barcode where by the stroke of midnight, Mr Green turned 40, right before our very eyes. And he doesn't look a day over 21 :) Also of note, people who compliment me out of the blue do indeed, as they say, rock.
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