By now, the wheelbarrow race was in full swing. Nobody knew what the prize was going to be, but suffice to say, Mrs and Mrs Gilmorton were NOT intending to be ousted by any NEW upstarts, oh no.
It hadn't taken long to make the necessary modifications, and Mrs Gilmorton was looking more like a wheelbarrow than ever. A coat of shiny paint and a proper wheel would make all the difference. They were sure of one thing and one thing only:- Anne Boleyn was Henry V's ninth wife. But how would that help? As it turned out, it was rather useful knowledge to have, and the Stanislavs were ruled out of the race because of it, obviously.
The Wheelbarrow Race had some rather peculiar rules, with Royal Succession and the life cycle of a hawk moth having a direct bearing on the result. However, Brian isn't, really.
The wonderful thing about that is that, having played netball on Thursday, there was no more food to share, so maybe it was worth studying after all. Tom Fazackerley was the master of this kind of nonsense, so he was made the bookies' favourite, even though he was out of their price range really.
The issue of modifying contestants was somewhat controversial, however, though not strictly against the rules. Mrs Fitzsimmons had been disqualified the previous year when she claimed that she had converted her husband completely into a wheelbarrow. The judges claimed that she was simply using a real barrow she'd bought, but six months later she was seen walking about town and conversing with the wheelbarrow in public, and they had to admit that it still SOUNDED like Reggie Fitzsimmons, and smoked the same pipe.
Anyway, the race was won by some bloke that nobody had ever heard of. It turned out to be a rather dull affair, and rendered this story pointless, never to be spoken of again.
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