by black bart on Mon Jul 09, 2012 4:09 pm
aaargh I used ta play meself in those days (should be in thee double entender thread)...
I remembers bein up against Roger de Friggerer in thee all England Lawn tennis Final o 1778...
I had cunninglee fashioned me peg leg into a makeshift wooden mallet so if de Friggerer went for any drop shots I could scoop em up...and so thee game o Croquet was hinvented...I lost thee match but I let de Friggerer ave both barrels o me pistols so it was thee last Championshyppe he ever won.
Thems were thee days.
The smoke wafted gently in the breeze across the poop deck and all seemed right in the world.