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Originally Posted by Sparrow
Pah! Those League scrums are terrifying - there's always the danger they'll trip over their handbags.  |
And all those posh southerners la-de-daing it around the field.
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"Well, Timothy, I do believe we're about to recieve the ball, don't ya know."
"Why you're right, Tarquin. I must prepare myself as I did for my finals at Cambridge in Ancient Literatture and standoffisness."
"Bravo, Timothy. After the game maybe we can ride down to my father's esate at Henley and have the servants cook us a pheasant or two."
"Or maybe a
peasant or two, don't ya know."
.... this goes on for a long time until someone calls for a break and they all gather to eat cucumber sandwiches.
