Sentences you should never find yourself writing
This is one such, from Giles Coren.
I went for an end-of-season dinner with my Fives Club to celebrated promotion to the First Division for the first time in 25 years, and had a brilliant night.
This obscure public school sport is played by hardly anyone, yet there is apparently a league. That people continue this in adulthood suggests there is a whole world of furtive, guilty, sweaty nostalgia of which I was ignorant until now. Nor is it the one-handed version much enjoyed by Swinesend's self-abuse club.
I went for an end-of-season dinner with my Fives Club to celebrated promotion to the First Division for the first time in 25 years, and had a brilliant night.
This obscure public school sport is played by hardly anyone, yet there is apparently a league. That people continue this in adulthood suggests there is a whole world of furtive, guilty, sweaty nostalgia of which I was ignorant until now. Nor is it the one-handed version much enjoyed by Swinesend's self-abuse club.
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posted by buff and blue at 3:19 pm
2 Comments:
It's just a subtle way to brag that he went to Westminster School - just like Shane MacGowan.
Incidentally, I trained to teach in the only state school in the country that plays Fives. No wonder Charles Clarke later sent his son there.
If I ever have access to a time machine I will use it to go back in time to ensure that certain well-known public school-educated figures (that means you, Chris Martin) are suitably bullied.
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