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tenacious Fox (he'll never give up! At least, not while
Boots still have supplies)
Paul "Flipper" Stephens -named not only
for his charmingly honest 'special' delivery that pops
up every now and then, but also for his uncanny likeness
to those peaceful angels of the sea, the Dolphins -
so trusting, tranquil and full of repose, even in adversity.
His rotund magnificence, the lord mayor Sir Mark Stephens,
his hands cruelly weakened from years of wringing out
exquisite wristy shots and bone shattering spin bowling
beyond compare.
Elvis, aka junior, little furnham (shurley shome mishtake)
the spielberg of the team, or rather the Ron Jeremy?
Ever the determined team player, he always goes for
his shots, no matter how hard it is to hold the camera
still when running after attractive joggers. We are
but the readers wives of the willow league in his capable
hands as he films our every move and sometimes some
cricket.
MUFF. Much missed during his long summer holidays
abroad (!) - not so missed when he is hanging around
all the time; a truly casual player, and bringing much
needed machismo to the team when appearing on his Motor
Bike (take note cyclists). Shame he's not taller.
J.P. Furnham … john 'pisser' furnham, fond of
urinating (p is also for Pernod, which exacerbates the
other problem) from the waist down he is every inch
the young talented triple jump athlete: above the waist
he is a pie mountain, but he still runs faster than
me!
I like them all actually, but I can’t be bothered
to come up with any more funny descriptions…
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