Poem: Half Time At The Housewarming, The Fire Roaring, The Pass-Around Food Is Lovely…

Eventually ol’ Fitzy or Trev or Mucka or Graeme or whatever the name was, asked me what sport was my favourite – my rugby-bluffing had been going about as well as the game itself. I told him I watched a lot of basketball –

and loved it. And he gestured, adding “oh yeah, the hat”. And then I blank-faced and added that my favourite sport to watch – my abso…