Here is the story, the club is situated in a local park next to a bowling club. Although quite separate. The park keepers whom i have known for donkeys years and good buddies (or so you would think) decided in their absolute wisdom to change the locks to some gates, hence not allowing us access to the bowling area and green where erratic balls sometimes end up. As a coach with numerous wee ones to on the program the odd few mini balls fly over and you dont mind if the park keeper gave them back. But by god he seems to be selling them on!!!
Short of bolt cropping them off i decided that the said lock old english something or other has 12 combination of keys, with various offerings of crates of beers later with these guys it appears my pleadings left on deaf ears. Well if there are 12 combinations of keys then you would think i would be able to get hold of these and ha ha today is the day i did.
Not great news but in my 9 years in her majestic majesty's armed forces (of which i may tell a few tales about from time to time), i/we happen to come across a similar bunch but to peoples rooms. Its a close nit community as you can see and the odd scourge and mission into some good friends room or those that annoyed you that day to trash and cause uproar was soon a great drunken game that would continue for months, until someone decided to video the whole affair!
I will keep you posted as to the events should make some good reading.
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