Published by Megan at 12th July 2009 THERE WAS AN IRONY in the Talbotians fielding eleven good men, while we only managed 9 somewhat iffy men, three being pretty crocked [Dennis, Jake and Jack] and some being a bit passed it by the look of their fielding, not mentioning any names like Rob. A couple of weeks ago their skipper, our friend Sunil, told us that they were struggling and that we should look for alternative opposition. But they persevered and found 11. On the day we had two drop out, one through a suspected dose of alcohol poisoning, which I can sympathise with, horrid business, hits you unexpectedly. The Old Talbotians, incidently, were founded by journalists on Now! magazine, an ill- fated venture by the late Sir James Goldsmith. Private Eye referred to the mag as Talbot! for some obscure reason. We started at 1.45 or so without lunch because it rained overnight and, briefly, in […]