Croquet?

[Wirefox]

My neighbours probably thing I am as mad as hatter. You can just feel the nets twitching as you squirm around on your belly trying to photograph an old sledge hammer.

[arith]

Yep lovely again, I leave you you to do this kind of stuff.

[Radu Dinu Cordeanu]

Hi,
Don't worry and my neighbours too,probably!
I like the image!
Radu Dinu

[Wirefox]

Thanks gents, I think we ll need to be a little nuts in this game

Steve

[carregwen]

Ha! What happened to the socialist principles? I see it now - Steve puts aside his glass of gin-fizz, opens the drawing room doors onto a wide Italianate terrace, breathes in deeply the clean upper-Cheshire air, and turning to the Spanish house-boy exclaims "Jose, it's time for a game of croquet on the lawn - get the balls out."

Nice shot. I like the composition.

[Donald]

Nah. He's playing with John Prescott, so that's all right.

* Non-followers of British politics will be very keen to know that our former Deputy Prime Minister was once photographed playing croquet at his government supplied little country mansion when he should have been more concerned with rather important matters of state. What made it all the more interesting was that Mr Prescott (who has now gone against what he previously stated and accepted the award of a peerage, which means he is now a 'Lord') liked to portray himself as the bastion of the left-wing of the Labour Party.

But don't worry - they all sold us out, not just him. Where once there were left-wing principles, now there is a big hole!

[Wirefox]

Ha! What happened to the socialist principles? I see it now - Steve puts aside his glass of gin-fizz, opens the drawing room doors onto a wide Italianate terrace, breathes in deeply the clean upper-Cheshire air, and turning to the Spanish house-boy exclaims "Jose, it's time for a game of croquet on the lawn - get the balls out.

As far as I can recollect I have never played with a Spaniards balls on a croquet lawn. This is not Altricham you know. You have rumbled me however. Regardless of my working class background I do like my Charles Tyrwhitt shirts and my Blackberry Mobile Devices. I like to think I am a George Orwell in reverse (Llewro Egroeg...is that Welsh?). Instead of the Road to Wigan Pier its more the A538 to Wilmslow. When I get into my natural Lancastrian surroundings I soon revert to a Liverpool football shirt and a pair of camo cutoffs. Like Old George there are certain things that my backgound will just not permit me to stoop to. For George it was the fly blown black tripe and the labours of the pit. For me it is the patio heater and the Audi.

Donald, like all good Eton boys our late and grat(ing) labour Prime Minister needed a tubby, northern kid to take the mick out of and periodically shove his head down the lavatory. That was Johns roll in Government; to speak with a northern accent and shove his own head down the lavatory when Tony gave him the nod. Not a gleaming example of Northern Pride but someone has to play jester at Tony and Cherie's cheese and whine parties.

Steve

[Donald]

Charles Tyrwhitt shirts

I, too, have to admit to this weakness and abandonment of my deepest held principles.

[carregwen]

I, too, have to admit to this weakness and adandonment of my deepest held principles.

I only wear hair shirts.

[Wirefox]

I only wear hair shirts.

More of a sheepskin gilet really...goes a treat with the blue overalls and Uniroyal wellies or is that the Yorkshire national dress... anyway it keeps you warm when chasing furry animals up hills. Welsh national dress aside, I think you can still buy hair shirts in the Landsend catalog, Page 657 next to the moleskin underpants and the thermal g-strings

[Klickit]

... anyway it keeps you warm when chasing furry animals up hills.

Be warned. Said furry animals may have other ideas....

[carregwen]

Be warned. Said furry animals may have other ideas....

These are clearly not Welsh sheep as they would have jumped in front of your car before you had a chance to shoot 'em.

[Klickit]

These are clearly not Welsh sheep as they would have jumped in front of your car before you had a chance to shoot 'em.

I was walking.
They were on the path in front of me.
The car was on the other side of them.
It took me two days to get home cross country.