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Guinness Southerners at Phuket International Sixes
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(by
Marty Peters)
Well, the Southerners mainly
did their performing off the field of play - unless you
can count Barnsy's mini pitch invasion at the 20/20 to
offer a rather rotund player from Lamma a plate of chicken
wings wrapped in bacon.
Highlights of the action were:
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Uncle
Vaughany smashing the ball to all parts of the ground,
an all too unfamiliar concept to the rest of us. |
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Barnsy's ball of the millennium; which,
according to him, swung and spun to dismiss David
Felon first ball. Why couldn't he do this when he
was playing for us? This event inducing a significant
state of psychotic depression on Dave. |
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Jim continued to show his talent of
consistently scoring on the pitch (Much better than
off it). |
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Channers on his long awaited comeback,
showed why he should be in the national(Australian)
team - hitting the ball off the square on several
occasions and even bowling a few overs. |
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Our French Cricketer Monsieur Dupont
again led by example and played in the spirit of
a true gentleman, allowing teams to score at will
from his bowling. |
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Marty, well not much to be said -
continued to excel off the field rather than on
it - some rather non distinguished batting displays
when struggling to hit the ball off the square,
although there were a few moments of skill when
bowling his Pasties; eating, drinking and trawling
Patong were his main contributions. |
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David Fell (Felon) turning up on the
field. Oh, taking a catch then realizing he was
over the boundary henceforth the batsman goes on
and wins the game for the other team! |
Off the field, things were certainly much brighter.
Mr. Felon endured himself to the Hotel staff on the first
night with his performance of the Incredible Hulk meets
Panic room whereby his possibly most exhilarating performance
endured chasing the security guard around the hotel. The
staff must have been concerned as they were found cowering
away in a cupboard the next morning. Dave still is unsure
on how he arrived home but there are unconfirmed reports
of a dalliance with a Motorcycle taxi driver and a missing
gold chain - reports suggest that an unaccounted gold
chain was spotted at the last Southerners match.
Things did not improve. Marty continuing to punish untoward
behavior with zeal - and it was on the second night that
the arrival of Frenchie spiced things up. Monsieur Dupont
denying his French heritage initially caved into the inevitable
and was duly fined for being a Plastic French Man. He
was later seen borrowing money from the kitty to hire
a sunbed on La Plage - the only problem being that this
was at 2am.
Jim remained the quiet man of the tour - and for this
he was duly fined on a number of occasions, although claims
that he went "missing a lot" were undoubtedly true, Mr
Felon was certainly the leader in this event, even at
one point locking himself in the toilet!!
Foo Foo drinks were embraced by Barnsy, who ended up intoxicated
on Pims - the hardened royalist deciding to embrace his
Pommy heritage.
Marty and Barnsy formed a rather hardened drinking alliance,
which resulted in lost voices and large headaches. This
was probably not helped by Marty taking all the lads into
the local Katoey bar in Patong, much to the amusement
he was known by name. This didn't stop Jim taking a shine
to one of the "lovely's". Barnsy at one point
only capable of sign language was seen wondering aimlessly
around Patong making various obscene gestures. Marty,
at which point deciding an escape in aTuk-Tuk would be
more favorable: possibly because the company in it was
better (and no, it wasn't someone from the earlier bar).
Uncle Vaughany, having his work cut out to handle the
reprobate bunch, did commendably well, with only one warning
from the Tournament director regarding certain behaviors
in and around the hotel, his diplomatic skill spared the
Felon of the indignity of being thrown out of the tournament
and bought a semblance of sense to the team
which
only lasted until the next round of drinks was ordered.
The drunken escapades in the Pool on the Saturday afternoon
where highly amusing; guests scattering to all parts of
the hotel to avoid the noise and non PC conversations.
Much amusement was bought by the speedo wearing bandanna
topped gentleman who had to walk past the mob - Barnsy
lambasting the sorry person and this afternoon was topped
of by Dave falling into the pool fully dressed. How he
came to do it, no one knows but it summed up the week.
By Sunday with the sorry crew knocked out of the tournament
without registering a win it was time to say goodbye to
Frenchie, and with it normal life returned, for the final
night.
A meal at the Hilton, and a jaunt into Patong followed
with a final pint of Guinness to end the japes. Not surprisingly
-Mr Felon again went missing and was last heard of staggering
around the Safari bar at 4am arguing with the umpires
about the catch he didn't carry over the boundary. Luckily
for the hotel his return was much more peaceful.
A few more beers whilst waiting at the airport on the
Monday and it was back home to good old Bangkok and the
quiet life that we all lead.
A great tour for all as this was the first Southerners
tour to Phuket and of course, we will be back next year
in the same style, finesse and grace that the Southerners
are known for
..and yes, we will play some
cricket!
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