Aaaah the sweet taste of self-ridicule

I’ve tried all morning to think of something witty to say about this picture – I guess it speaks for itself.

However to anticipate the obvious questions: It was an awayday, it was about 1 o’clock in the morning, I was stone cold sober, and that’s not my hat.

If you don’t want awaydays that include such things, don’t hire me.

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Thanks to Angela Morgan for the pic.

[Update: I’m reliably informed, by our Loughborough correspondent, that “daft apeth” should read “daft ‘ap’orth”. I apologise unreservedly to any daft ‘ap’orths to whom I have inadvertantly caused any offence or distress.]