Spares 'n Strikes

Actually, very few strikes, it was a school night after all, at least it was for Dave and I, pesky kids are already on holidays.

Our bowling career peaked about 20 years ago, way back at the old George Street bowl, now long gone but admittedly much missed. Every surface was worn out in that place, dubious wall to wall stains were preserved in a coating of grease generated over many years from the in-house hot dog diner. We'd head down mid week from the flat if we were bored, me and Dave, Dougie, and sometimes Ewan I think. We'd have a few games, even stretch to a beer or vodka if we had some spare cash, then they would squeeze in a game of laser tag where Dougie would mercilessly vanquish some poor kid in a shoot out.

Nowadays Dave and I are rusty and creaky as we only visit the infamous cesspit that is caddonas maybe once or twice a year. Dave can still bag a power strike. And as for the two gypes (Sam and Tess that is, not Dougie and Ewan), Sam's throw is something to behold and I'm sure will release backwards one day and take his entire family out, while Tess is reassuringly consistent in her ability to bowl straight into the gutters and still smile.

The beach bowl is showing it's age now, the lanes break down in rapid succession and the stained walls have that familiar sheen, a-la in-house diner....