Friday night to any self respecting male normally means two things. Boozing and floozing. Not to the freaks of the Central London Table tennis League it doesn't. Oh no! It means going out in the rain and spending the best part of the best evening of the week, underground in a piss stinking leisure centre, in the recently voted 'Skankiest part of The Shittest side of London,' enjoying the glorious game of kings. Tonight's match was against the nice blokes from Peppermint Pony, for some reason now renamed The Return of Peppermint Pony. Strangely, the tow lads looked no different from the last time these two teams met, when they were just called Peppermint Pony, but they were much improved and even though they were roundly beaten there were some arse-clenchingly big shots being thrown around.
The playing area of the Finsbury Leisure centre is quite intense, in fact it's a bit like the bar scene in STAR WARS with all the weird creatures, but with ping pong tables. And weirder people.
There are fifteen tables and about two hundred people of various shapes, sizes and every time you think you've won a point, you get hit in the face by two balls, and someone shouts 'LET!' and you have to play the point again.
Tonight, "Geordie Rage" Brumby, "Braveheart" Keller and "The Truth" Buonaguidi were not distracted by two balls in the face, and went about their business with ruthless efficiency, their opponents: Simon and Steven capitulated but showed great spirit and played with anger, frustration and reckless abandon. Every now and then, one ENORMOUS shot of agricultural proportions would be unleashed and thwack someone playing thirty feet away in the face. But sadly, it didn't happen often enough to make a difference.
The match was over by 8.25pm and the boys were all in the pub sinking pints and guffawing shortly after.
Another victory.
Huzzah!
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