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Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 20:58
by Fairblue
The adjutant whispered in Wilks' ear.

"Isn't that cheating?"

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 21:02
by Kismet
'Only gamesmanship.' soothed the adjutant. 'All's fair in love and war.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 21:36
by Fairblue
This Wilks understood. He nodded and he and the adjutant walked off to the huts that served as changing rooms.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 22:18
by Kismet
The adjutant produced a bottle of pills. 'Anyone want pepping up a bit?' he asked.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 22:34
by Fairblue
Wilks'looked at the bottle dubiously. "What are they? I don't want to kill anyone."

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 22:43
by Kismet
'Oh they're harmless,' he assured Wilks. 'They just stop you noticing how tired you are.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 22:48
by Fairblue
"Are they the ones the Doc used to hand out?" Wilks sounded dubious.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:00
by Kismet
Rogers nodded. 'I keep a good supply for all the burning of the midnight oil I have to do.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:01
by Fairblue
Wilks' thought that explained a lot, but he still wasn't sure.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:11
by Kismet
He didn't want to deny his men an edge, but was unhappy at chemical enhancement. It felt too close to cheating.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:13
by Fairblue
"No," He decided suddenly. "I don't like it. If we beat 666 we'll do it fair and square. Or as fair and square as anything on a Rugby pitch can be," He amended.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:34
by Kismet
'Suit yourself, sir,' Rogers said in an injured voice. Wilks suddenly wondered if he'd wagered any money on the outcome of the match.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:42
by Fairblue
Not that that would make him change his mind. "Put those away and let's go and watch," Wilks advised. "I want to see how Biggles stands up to the rough stuff."

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 18 Dec 2017, 23:47
by Kismet
Mainly, Wilks was happy to see, Biggles was flattened by the rough stuff. It was a cold, wet day, and Wilks was enjoying the spectacle of his old friend face down in the mud yet again when he realised how many penalties 701 were giving away in their eagerness to tackle Biggles. 'The cunning blighter,' Wilks ground out indignantly. 'He's doing that on purpose.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 00:58
by Fairblue
He was even more incensed when Biggles passed to Dora, who lost no time in haring up the field like greased lightning.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 01:02
by Kismet
'You said she couldn't play,' Wilks exclaimed inaccurately and unfairly, and was then infuriated further by Dr Lorton's accurate goal kicking.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 14:46
by Fairblue
He stood glumly on the sidelines but did his best to cheer his men on.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 15:07
by Kismet
The Captain of 701, a very pragmatic man, took his men to task. They were to mark Dora closely and stop making late tackles on Biggles. Sadly for them, they did this by not paying attention to the wingers, especially the one on the left who was old (well, out of his twenties which is ancient in rugby terms) and blind.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 15:45
by Fairblue
It didn't take Bertie or Toddy long to spot this and very soon advantage of the omission was being made. Wilks fumed and yelled a couple of obscenities at the Captain of 701.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 15:57
by Kismet
Half time arrived with 666 a score ahead. Wilks went onto the pitch to listen to the pep talk from his captain and to contribute his mite.

'How does Bigglesworth find these people?' he grumbled. 'Three old men and a girl should not be running rings around you.'

The captain decided to try to lock down the 666 backs and make this a game about the forwards in the second half, especially as the ball was very slippery in the rainy conditions.

The ref shouted 'time', the men spat out the lemon halves they were sucking (Biggles had no idea where these had been sourced in wartime) and everyone squelched into position for the second half.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 22:01
by Fairblue
Biggles, having spotted Wilks on the pitch, nudged Bertie. “I wonder what he's stirring up? He's got that look."

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 22:07
by Kismet
'Never mind about jolly old Wilks, sir,' Bertie said firmly. 'Worry about getting the ball to the forwards. We need shorter passes in this weather. The ball's slippery when it's wet.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 19 Dec 2017, 23:15
by elderlyfemalerelativ
Biggles' eye was caught by a delivery bicycle roaring through the gate. The driver pulled up beside him and handed him a square package. "From the hospital, sir" he answered to Biggles look of interrogation "I recognise you from the description, sir" with the hint of a smile, and he was off before Biggles could question him further .
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He studied the box . It didn't rattle, smoke, spark and it smelled rather pleasantly of sugar. "Lacey" was printed carefully in one corner.
Too interested to watch the play, Biggles hastily tore off the wrapping, to reveal a box of coconut pyramids. His eyes lit up.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:00
by Kismet
The ball exited a scrum and hit him directly between the eyes. It was with great difficulty that Biggles kept his hands on the box and didn't spill any of its precious contents.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:05
by Fairblue
The referee blew his whistle. Doc Lorton sprinted up. “Where did Lacey get coconut pyramids?” He demanded even as he started to examine Biggles. “There is a war on.”

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:19
by Kismet
The ref looked at his watch. 'Play is temporarily suspended for refreshments,' he announced.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:22
by Fairblue
Biggles tried to push the Doctor away, with one hand, while with the other he clung on to the box. "I'm fine," He grumbled.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:37
by Kismet
'I know you are,' agreed the Doc.' I want a coconut pyramid. Pass 'em round.'

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:40
by Fairblue
Biggles hugged the box to himself. "I could have you sent off," the Doc said meaningfully.

Re: Biggles' Squadron and the Annual Medical

PostPosted: 20 Dec 2017, 00:50
by Kismet
Biggles handed the box round. There were exactly the right number for all the players, the referee and the linesmen to have one each. They licked up every toasty crumb.