Here come the men in white.

Friday night at the local and all is quiet, a crowd of Sexey School Governors (I kid you not) in the dining area and a few other locals like ourselves chat round the bar.

When two pints of cider later.....

We are invaded by men in white, talking in tongues. Saying words like "creases" and "wickets", " lbw's" and such like.

We do not speak this strange language but we notice that the strangers can speak English when they want.

They say "pint" and "bowl of bolognese" and we understand that.

But we leave soon afterwards and retreat to the sofa for "coffee" TV" and "biscuit".

Happy Friday x