Originally Posted by rambon
Here's one. There are a number of snooker players names (past and present) hidden in the text below. Prize to the person who spots the most (answer with a bid of how many you can find and send me the list privately).
As a young boy, making my way home from football practice, I was involved in a car accident. A white lotus (like the one driven by James Bond) hit me and sent me flying into the greenery. I spent three months in hospital with a broken femur. Physically it could have been a lot worse, I had a lucky escape. I had lots of visits from family and friends which helped ease the burden, and lots of presents: grapes, an apple every day, a stuffed parrott, a dartboard and a stuffed panda; visits from my favourite football team, pop stars and comedians. I was very lucky. My favourite dotty Aunt came and visited me several times and one day sticks in my mind. She came dressed all in black and wearing a gray sowester as she'd had to walk miles in the rain as the buses were on strike (she lived in Newbury and the hospital was in Hull!) she was a big walker though, always ready to stroll if needed. Anyway, why do I remember that day, well she brought a gift. A wilson tennis racket (for a boy with a broken leg!) What an old, odd woman she was. My Mum reckons it's because she is a Virgo? As she arrived I was wailing in agony while they stuck a needle in me. Oh god I hated that. How can anything so small cause so much pain? When dry, she left and I had another visit from a friend of mine from school. He bought me some comics, Judge Dredd was my favourite - full of action. Francis could always be relied upon to bring me some good comics, which helped me grin and bear the pain. The three months did drag on, but when better I went home with my Uncle Giles in his Morgan car, a real treat.
There. I look forward to seeing who can pick the most out of that.
As a young boy, making my way home from football practice, I was involved in a car accident. A white lotus (like the one driven by James Bond) hit me and sent me flying into the greenery. I spent three months in hospital with a broken femur. Physically it could have been a lot worse, I had a lucky escape. I had lots of visits from family and friends which helped ease the burden, and lots of presents: grapes, an apple every day, a stuffed parrott, a dartboard and a stuffed panda; visits from my favourite football team, pop stars and comedians. I was very lucky. My favourite dotty Aunt came and visited me several times and one day sticks in my mind. She came dressed all in black and wearing a gray sowester as she'd had to walk miles in the rain as the buses were on strike (she lived in Newbury and the hospital was in Hull!) she was a big walker though, always ready to stroll if needed. Anyway, why do I remember that day, well she brought a gift. A wilson tennis racket (for a boy with a broken leg!) What an old, odd woman she was. My Mum reckons it's because she is a Virgo? As she arrived I was wailing in agony while they stuck a needle in me. Oh god I hated that. How can anything so small cause so much pain? When dry, she left and I had another visit from a friend of mine from school. He bought me some comics, Judge Dredd was my favourite - full of action. Francis could always be relied upon to bring me some good comics, which helped me grin and bear the pain. The three months did drag on, but when better I went home with my Uncle Giles in his Morgan car, a real treat.
There. I look forward to seeing who can pick the most out of that.
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