On behalf of Mr Pontecorvo and myself, we wish to inform anyone who has not yet noticed that Babbage Blade & Bowls has been remodelled, and passers-by no longer need to risk their lives by detouring onto the streetcar tracks.
However, I fear Mr P. has sunk into a deep and dreadful melancholia, and when I enquired about what was happening to the commemorative plaques for October’s triumphants, his response:
“Bah! Nobody damn well comes, rot ’em.”
Naturally I waited until he slipped into a doze, then confiscated all the drink.
However, attendance at the contests has been rather lacking, and I suspect that Tuesdays from 7-8pm are not suitable for a large number of New Babbage residents.
Thus, the floor is open. What times are most suitable for you? When is conducive to the competitive clash of steel or the crash of pins beneath heavy orbs? (or, for that matter, the dreadful oaths, curses, and occasional screams pertaining to fishing the Vernian Deep?)
I eagerly await your answers, for I hear Mr P. making a din, and his ravings are distressing.