scarcely rhodesian horseplay

if you squint really hard you can see the goal posts (or tarquin bâtons) and a poloser next to his own goal with his horse mr schned's arse facing the field.

i took to the polo field once

in the formerly glorious zim land of the shona and ndebele

no

not water bash'ems polo

not segaioloway polo

nor pushbikey polo

but real polo

you know

the one with big galumping horsies

and cumberbatch sandwiches

they say you have to show the horse confidence and who is boss

otherwise they they will do whatever the fuck they like

as this was the first time i had ridden a horse

 i was scared shitless

and mr schned horsey had me figured in seconds

thus i spent much of the game, on the edge of the field, facing the wrong way on a steadfastly immobile horse

not having a clue what was going on