Buffoon Blizzrad

This weekend didn't just see snow fall, but there was a flurry of buffoonery to match. Ninety nine percent of it was down to one fella, current champion the Right Honourable Shouty. It was Crepos birthday, and we were out to celebrate on the Saturday night, and the Shoutster was up for it from the off. He didn't even make the end of the match, disappearing down the bars of Lumb Lane with Lincoln, with over half an hour still left to be played. Most of what happened next is reported by the man himself, but his first point came when he bellowed something about wanking at the top of his voice to an quiet train. The rest come after he refused to get into a taxi as we got ready to leave Headingley sometime around midnight. He said he still had enough drinking left in him, and scampered off into the night. From what we can gather, he found his way into a night club, lost his jacket, fell asleep in a corner. When he awoke, and left the club, he thought he was in Bradford and got lost. In the freezing cold, minus he misplaced jacket. He finally figured out he was in Leeds, a long way from home, and short of taxi fare. He made his way to the train station, to find he had over an hour to kill before the earliest train. He skulked into McDonald's and settled down for a kip, much to the annoyance of the on duty manager, who summoned the transport police. They threatened to arrest him, which he said "Fine, at least I'll be warm" but they changed their mind and left him to shiver on the platform. I score all this tom foolery with a knobhead, a muppet, an eejit and a fuck wit, for a grand total of 13 points, shooting him up the league.

But he is not alone. Step forward Tony Helmet, who went to great lengths to sort out a few beers for his own birthday, only to get so shit faced the previous night, that he was still in bed with a hangover at gone four o'clock in the afternoon. Add to this his now signature "Yyyyouuu Shhhhhhhhutttttt uuuupppppppppp!!!!" at the top of his voice, a move that saw politely removed from a drinking establishment in the genteel borough of Haworth. I score this as a couple of muppets, a tally of 4 points. Battle has well and truly been engaged.

There may be some more points to be added, as the Shoutster was last seen preparing to hit the Tramshed for grab a grannie, sorry singles night. I tried to find out what he got up to today, but his phone was switched off, which doesn't bode well. See below for the updated standings;

1. Shouty 19 points
2. Helmet 14 points
3. Euro Bri 7 points
4. Crespo 4 points
5. Pembo 4 points
6. Dr Shotgun 2 points
7. Funky 1 point
8. G Spot 1 point