Another lost game, this time a short lived one. In the Queens park there used to be sheep. That's right, the woolly buggers were all over the place. All they did all day was eat, eat, eat. Which meant that they also shat, shat ,shat. So one man in the group was armed with a stick and the others armed themselves with purlies. Throw the purly at the guy with the stick he had to bat it away and the thrower had to avoid being hit by pieces of flying purly. Sounds easy doesn't it? The real problem was grabbing a purly that wasn't too fresh at least not on the outside. Grab a fresh one and you really had a hand full and it was a long way to the next washing facility. Shortly after this game was invented the sheep disapeared from the park. No more sheep, no more purlies and no more game without a name.
Sunday, 7 September 2008
Lost games #3
Another lost game, this time a short lived one. In the Queens park there used to be sheep. That's right, the woolly buggers were all over the place. All they did all day was eat, eat, eat. Which meant that they also shat, shat ,shat. So one man in the group was armed with a stick and the others armed themselves with purlies. Throw the purly at the guy with the stick he had to bat it away and the thrower had to avoid being hit by pieces of flying purly. Sounds easy doesn't it? The real problem was grabbing a purly that wasn't too fresh at least not on the outside. Grab a fresh one and you really had a hand full and it was a long way to the next washing facility. Shortly after this game was invented the sheep disapeared from the park. No more sheep, no more purlies and no more game without a name.
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A quite disgusting game, it will never be an olympic event.
I am hoping that we get a future piece on the Meadows olympics.
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