[Margaret Pilkington]

Like you Less, I hated sport at school.
I was rubbish at it. I couldn't catch a ball for toffee.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that someone broke a nori on half, covered it in leather and called it a 'rounders' ball.
I couldn't hit a ball either...again, it might have had something to do with hitting one of those balls and getting shock waves travelling up my arms.
As for running, my legs imitated the sails on a windmill.
My friend was a great cross country runner(she ran for the Lancashire juniors)...she would drag me along on those days when we did cross country.
It was always in the depths of winter and my legs looked like blue spam...and navy blue gym knickers...what was that about?

Like you Less...those who like sport are welcome to it. To watch it, to play it...but leave me out of it.