Totleigh-in-the-Wold Cricket Club Volunteer Grenadiers

Volunteer Grenadier

'I must say, there’s a jolly satisfying rattle to this Tommy! Let’s go and show those villanious Johnny... I say, Jeeves, who are we fighting today?'

'It’s the B.U.F, sir.'

 'Oh. … Aren’t they facists?'

 'Yes, Sir.' 

'I though I remembered us fighting the Reds just the other day.' 

'A most acute observation, Sir. The Worstershire People’s Expropriation and Distribution Committee was ransacking the Angler’s Rest. Today Lord Sidcup’s Black Shorts has gotten in their heads that the workers at the brick yard needs to be lined up before a firing squad.'

 'How very unsporting! How very typical of that loutish Spode. Well, let’s go and show them what’s what, eh!'

Volunteer Grenadier

The Vicker Borthers

*bob* 'Excuse me, Mr. Hudson, please. His lordships tea is ready. Oh, and the grenades are primed ‘n ready, sir. ' *bob*

'Very, good Maisy. I will take the tray to his lordship. His lordship has asked us to aim ‘the Stoker’ at the village crossroads. So let us not tarry in our duties but keep a nice and steady barrage. If you would be so kind to FIRE, Maisy, there’s a good girl.'

*bob* 'Yes, Mr. Hudson. Thank you Mr. Hudson. '*bob*