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Ormskirk, ormskirk, it's a hell of a town

Seems as good a time as any to stick a post up here, given that Ormskirk will have won the Twenty20 world championships for England by the end of this summer?

How, you ask? Why, by rehabilitating none other than legspinning hope Chris Schofield. Good to see that after a fruitful summer on the verdant pastures of Brook Lane he's ready to take the world by storm.

In further Ormskirk news, I note that the super soaraway Champion's restaurant reviewer, the redoubtable Mr X, has yet further covered himself in glory. Regular readers (or those of you who've heard me ranting about this in the pub) may recall that this is the restaurant reviewer who likes EVERYTHING, lacking as he does any semblance of a critical faculty, or, for that matter, a palate (you may also recall his liking of steak well done, and professed dislike of garlic, ffs) both of which are, one imagines, pre-requisites for a half decent stab at the restaurant reviewing game. Unabashed he has continued to astonish us with his insights, and in the week just gone it was my pleasure to read his analysis of some identikit faux-mediterranean shit-tip. The starter, we were informed was "like cheese on toast, but without the toast". The money shot was provided by his giddy trying of lamb, explaining as he does, breathlessly, that he normally "plays safe with chicken". You adventurer you. Chicken, the Aston Villa of the restaurant menu. I look forward to our hero maybe risking some dressing on his Iceberg lettuce at some point in the near future.

The champion itself scaled further heights on the VERY NEXT PAGE, when a picture was captioned with the informative "Caption goes here". Why yes, yes it does. Bravo.

Wider world news. Can it possibly be true that a leaver's do at renowned local hangout for boater-wearing, fee-paying weirdoes Merch4nt Tayl0r's school was disrupted by the kids themselves getting pissed and trashing their hotel? Surely not. We'd have heard about it in the paper, surely. What's that you say, the editor of the Echo is on the school's board of governors? Pshaw, a coincidence.

Fort update: well, a new season is upon us, so Coastalblog's eye gazes wistfully north, to the foot of Ben Nevis and Claggan Park, home of mighty mighty Fort William FC. And the exciting news is that the Fort have kicked off this new season with a plucky 3-1 defeat at the hands of Nairn County (last season's seventh placed giants). I know! One game in and one goal in the "For" column already! I don't know about you, but I suspect it'll be a hell of a season.

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