Perhaps it was Will’s cheap cider that made things turn a bit surreal (he was selling off his last keg of Thatcher’s for £1.50 a pint).
We were all just enjoying the warm evening sunshine after an over 60s friendly at Hill Close tonight when this fella wandered off to his car and came back with what looked like a bazooka.
“Fancy a bit of catching practice, lads?” he yelled.
And look what happened next…