On Saturday, a friend and I attended an event which was an afternoon of polo and then a meal.<\/p>\n
Anyhoo, the two amusing things prompting the title.<\/p>\n
Firstly posh portaloos. They had hired the poshest portaloos I had ever seen. The sinks were bowls on a raised dais. They had motion sensor activated taps. To dry your hands there were no paper towels – only small disposable towels to be dumped in a bin and presumably washed afterwards. You don’t see these at T in the Park.<\/p>\n
Anyhoo we then retired to an afternoon of polo. A game I had never seen played before. I can’t imagine why I played football as a kid. All you needed was a ball between 20-odd of you. For polo the entry-level requirements are a bit less – 2 horses and one of the eight of you to have access to a flat marked out area the size of three football pitches.<\/p>\n
It was quite fun to watch for the first half, got a bit boring towards the end, but that was due to the play rather than the game of polo itself.<\/p>\n
The commentator was highly amusing, some of the phrases that I remember were:<\/p>\n
The game was Scotland vs South Africa so hearing There was a meal afterwards. Starter was excellent on the second attempt (fish was first), the sweet was an amazing cheesecake. The main was cold steak with a large blob of fat in the centre. All in all a fun day and it was all free for me so I’m not complaining at all.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" On Saturday, a friend and I attended an event which was an afternoon of polo and then a meal. Anyhoo, the two amusing things prompting the title. Firstly posh portaloos. They had hired the poshest portaloos I had ever seen. The sinks were bowls on a raised dais. They had motion sensor activated taps. To […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[24,3],"tags":[387,388],"class_list":["post-501","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-funny","category-random","tag-polo","tag-portaloos"],"share_on_mastodon":{"url":"","error":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=501"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2980,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/501\/revisions\/2980"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=501"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=501"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/agraham.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=501"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Joe’s riding Sue hard from behind to stop him playing with Bob<\/q>.<\/p>\n
And he’s just stepping down to examine the horses girth…and seems happy with it<\/q><\/p>\n
And you can know that only the white man is allowed to do that<\/q> sent a shiver down my spine a bit even though they were referring to the jersey colour.<\/p>\n