Look, just cause we're the Style Council doesn't mean we have to be out quaffing champers every nite and destroying our livers for the sake of our readers. All us Style Council members have been endeavoring to minmize our alcohol consumption - Lina because she is preggers - and the rest of us because our ageing bodies are shriveling all the more rapidly thanks to our decadence. So when people ask me what I will be doing this weekend, it does not involve parties in the hills. It does not involve free drinks or gift bags. It inolves...Rounders.
What is Rounders? It is the British version of baseball designed to be easily played by nine-year-old girls. Which pretty much equivalents the state of mind of me and most of my friends. Myself and the Adventure Team - a collective of Eastside rejects who have decided to band together and do nothing but have fun www.myspace.com/adventureteam) - shall be descending upon Penmar Park in Venice for a game of said rounders in an attempt to combine health and Englishness (still so en vogue - did you hear about Lindsay Lohan's newly-acquired British accent?) on Sunday.
We like rounders because if you miss the ball you still get to run. And if you run, you also get to drink a pint of beer and smoke a Parliament once you make it back to home base. What better imperative to win? That's how the English play their sports - and we like it.