thereforemoroeovernotwithstanding

Over a hundred punters turned out for the Cairn O Mohr World Bottle Smashing Tournament on Sunday preceded by the curry night slash bunch of animals party night, the night before which was processed to a raucous bulldozer of sound as delivered by Joon Broon and her 'Readers Wives.' Once I finally got around to my turn in the curry q earlier I had to fish around in the flooded pools of sauce for the one last lump of meat that there was, because all the greedy early bag storers had created mini munroes of miscellaneous savoury chunks on their plate with a slotted spoon. Even then how could i enjoy what there wasn't, when i blundered into an unscripted interview with my neighbour, who I had invited, right enough, and who has a cafe just along the road from us, and thereforemoreovernotwithstanding, my latest business plan (howsoever ( a cafe) is an unwelcome development that will trail the eviction of them out onto the Errol station road with their new born babe. Sorry neebur but I didn't think it through. We didn't have time. But it'll probably be alright ,maybe.
Over a hunner punters turned up for the Bottle Smash on a glorious day of hot sunshine which inadvertently, for him, had the effect of softening both rock and bottles such that many of the bottles that were on target stotted off the rock unharmed. It was an enjoyable competition but i flinched at every unconsummated strike with captain disaster standing at my back right hand corner with his smart white hat and sneer. Someone on his first go failed to convert and blurted out 'This is a rubbish game anyway.'
And i the inventor wondered, is it? People say that of golf all the time and then look around them at everyone else and realise that it cant be.
In the end the star from last year got beat by a big speccy kid.
Ah sweet.
New t shirts and caps out. I'll get them on the website soon. Message on the t shirt is michty