Walking along Christon Road today, I saw two children shuffling forlornly around in the grass as their dad looked on. I thought they must have lost something, then I realised that they were standing under a horse chestnut tree. Evidently they were looking for conkers.
Let me take this chance to say sorry to all the children of Gosforth. There are no conkers on the ground because I pick them up every time I come home drunk. They're so shiny I just can't resist them. Tonight I might take my haul and scatter them about on the ground. Maybe under an oak tree, to confuse budding botanists.
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5 comments:
I am sure this joyful activity was banned in most primary schools.(Or middle and first schools for those of you at Gosforth.)
Say, did you ever wonder into men in green while picking up your conkers?!
How do you 'wonder' into a man? it sounds like fun.
If I have a niner and I beat someone with a sixer will I have a tenner or a fifteener?
This conker point system needs some sort of official code of conduct.
Link anyone?
No link, but under the rules I always used to play, you'd have a fifteener.
Ask Mick Egdell, he's the expert. He nearly set up a conkers society at university.
its something that has happened before.I hope it wass the council because i made a point about paying my taxes.
(though i doubt that would worry them anyway.)
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