All Fingers And Thumbs

The company went bowling on Friday. It was an adventure planned for weeks - location, food, and prizes. I was part of Dodgey Balls, a team of black-dressed noisy people with a desire to win. That till we found out that one member hadn't bowled since primary school, a groin strain put our leading scorer slightly out of commission and that there was only one ball (a green 12-pounder) that could fit my fat thumb. It was a lot of fun, and we nearly kicked butt. Nearly. At least we had style - this is Ravi doing this thing.