and Sven has also put on a couple of pounds since we last played a couple of years ago, but we were like a couple of ageing hippos on the squash court last night.
We were both rubbish - huffing and puffing around the court; it really wasn't pretty. Worst of all, when we did manage to shift our bulks across the court and make contact between racquet and ball, we couldn't aim properly. I reckon that half a dozen of the rallies would rate in the 'Video Gallery of Pathetic Squash' if such a thing existed.
Anyway, I don't appear to have injured anything. Besides, it was really part of my warm-up before seriously attacking the gym. At least that's what I muttered as I tucked into my second post-match pint in The Angel - no smoke, yay!!
For the record: I lost (to date I've never beaten Sven).
Posted by dompannell at July 13, 2007 8:29 AM