Not quite E.T., but the Bodging wishes to phone home from Lye... As you do. |
I was told I was not allowed to stand upon my Grassy Knoll. It was something to do with a predatory trailer, lurking behind the fence... |
Yesterday, Mousehole's quaint harbour; today, Lye. It's what I do... |
Sand purchased and spread by the Vice-Chairman to remind me of Mousehole's small beach. Thanks for that... |
The quicksand on the centre-spot... |
Several Westfields players were unable to find the toilet... |
The Westfields striker looks like he still needs the loo. Maybe that's why he took an early bath... |
Everywhere else in England, for that is where I come from, the mud is kinda brown. In Lye, it's black... Be afraid, be very afraid... |
The bumper Christmas crowd has gatecrashed onto the Grassy Knoll, to keep up a tirade of chanting and Christmas songs... |
The Lye Army. Note the protective helmet... Roger, and out... |
How still we see thee, Lye... |
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