Bowling extravaganza

A fun day of bowling was had on Saturday with friends.  To be clear, yes it was bowling and not bowls, more commonly played at a slow pace by the mature generation, wearing the obligatory white suits and shiny white shoes on a perfectly groomed lawn.  I was enjoying the more frantic indoor bowling experience where noise from the nearby lanes bombarded my eardrums.  My good friend Matt Barton and Co organised a few games at an indoor centre in Poole, and as soon as I walked in, was told, much to my disappointment that "special" shoes are no longer required for their surfaces.  As far as I'm concerned, puting on a smelly, well-worn pair of size 10s completes the whole indoor bowling experience, but to be wearing my regular shoes left me feeling somewhat short changed.  Matt, if you're reading this, only joking.....'twas fun and always a giggle.

Despite not having played since I was a kid, I was able to push my (pigeon) chest out with pride at my ability having achieved not one but TWO STRIKES.  GET IN.  Apparently, it's all in the wrist action....