“Done project nearly all day. Went to church and saw my “battle in vestry” in print. Played football wiv Nig, Mal, Mart & Cuppa”
I vaguely remember writing a tongue-in-cheek piece for the church magazine about how two different sets of religious ‘youths’ fought a raging battle across a crowded vestry.
A bit like “Hot Fuzz” – but not.
Yes, I openly admit, to see it in print may have been the only valid reason for me going to the service this particular morning.
In other news, we had a friend who’s last name was Tee.
Ergo, he was nicknamed “Cuppa”
(These days he would probably be called “Far”)