(Bah) Humbug Hound

Thursday 18th December
Purley Arms

We lost.

It was terrible.

It was Christmas themed, it was terrible and The Hound was fifth out of seven with the winning score being a meagre 135.

I've lost G-Force's notes (having ripped up my own in disgust at something half way through and flung them to the floor), I can't remember very much of any use, it was terrible and we lost.

The Hound was reduced to a barely quorate three-ball with Hounds, Robson & Green away doing something festively office related that presumably wasn't terrible and didn't involve losing.

The only remotely worthwhile thing I can recall is that with astounding foresight the Green one had, earlier that very afternoon, emailed round the answer to the 'box-of-chocolates' question - this lead to us pretty much having already written it down before the question was finished and then leering at the rest of the pub as they stared at us wondering how the hell we'd added up the number of gifts in the 12 Days of Xmas so damned quickly.  Having said that I can't remember what the sweets were and I've no recollection of having any of them.

Other than that it was terrible.  And we lost.

One last 'quick one', staggering, bus, kebab (epic, natch), sofa, sleep.  Waking after a couple of hours, more kebab, bed.

Terrible.  And we lost.