Are you talking about classical music? How gay are you?

Last night I learned a few things:-

There is more than one Fiona Shaw.

Bode's Law describes planetary orbits (although I may have known this and simply forgotten it.)

The decision that the Tecumsehs were to compete in an organised league was made in The Spread Eagle public house on Parkway, NW1 (ditto above parentheses).

Ah, The Spread Eagle, there we were headed. Eventually. This is not part of the list of things I learned.

Certain of our number have developed a taste for fabulously expensive Belgian Beer.

Jen has yet to provide full disclosure vis à vis the substitute pitch snafu; I am left with little else to report of a political nature.

As for the game itself, well, it was a woeful sixth inning what done us in. Otherwise, not having been party to last week's goings-on I have to say that it felt like we had improved a little. Our relief pitcher afforded no relief to the opposition, and our rookies shone again. There were more people on base, the fielding, that one ghastly inning aside, was exemplary. We were perhaps spent before the game started, having already covered more ground than the Duke of York's armies and this began to take it's toll on a heavy, gritty surface, as things wore on.

Next week it's our near-forgotten foes the Sumatra Panthers, to whom we have never lost a league game. They will, presumably, be aware of our results to date, so the extent to which this psychological advantage will stretch is debatable. They're jolly nice, and call themselves "Panthers" as opposed to "Kamis". The attractions of playing at Clapham South are manifold, though none are softball related. It'll be a laugh, even if it's another broken rung on the ladder that descends towards inevitable relegation. The beer, I seem to remember is pricey, but we won't let that put us off. Get a pass and come where the fumes from the A205 nobly and sweetly recommend themselves to one's senses.

Cheers!