A Rainbow of Good Sports

Saturday was the Chap and Chapette's non-sporting event of the year, The Chap Olympiad. A chance for the well dressed of London, (and those dedicated non-Londoners) to picnic in the sun, take part in alot of silliness, and promenade around the beautiful Bedford Gardens in their Summer finery. Or not. This year instead of all of the above we all huddled under umbrellas, moaned alot and then drank even more. Cries of 'it's a ruddy monsoon' and 'call this Summer??' could be heard echoing around the square. But did we let it ruin the day? Did we hell! In fact, when the sun momentarily came out from under its blanket, we were so grateful that it made the rain nothing more than a teeny obstacle that must be endured in order for us to truly deserve the title of 'British'.

As much as I was looking forward to attending the Olympiad, the thing I was MOST excited about was the unveiling of our Vintage Mafia team uniform. Well we couldn't compete in any old un-matching outfits could we?? The amazing Shona of Heyday! after lots of faffing from us, managed to get us 6 amazing custom Fleur dresses made up in rainbow colours, then we had each of our initials embroidered on them. Yay!! I was Miss Purple.

Aren't they simply darling?! The event that we were taking part in was a new event for this year entitled 'Ironing Board Surfing' in which one team member was to be carried across the course on the ironing board without spilling their drink. Well, Naomi wasn't exactly 'surfing' on the ironing board, nor did she have a drink, but we still won! We did have a little help from someone pretending to be Gemma (who sadly couldn't attend). That's the thing about the Olympiad, its a bit of silliness, and celebrates 'non' sporting prowess, so if you are competitive, its best not to take part because the choosing of the winners is not exactly what one might describe as fair!

I had possibly the best number a spy could ever ask for

 

 I also took part in the 'Breifcase Phalanx' in which Chaps had to break through a phalanx of briefcase beating chaps to see who could deliver me, the secretary, a message to type on the typewriter first. Well it all got rather boisterous and a wee bit scary, at one point I thought I was going to end up with the table upturned on top of me under a pile of drunken chaps!!

As I am a rubbish blogger, I failed to take any photos, and my 'official' photographer is yet to develop the ones he took, but I'm sure that the following video made by Fleur will illustrate the day to you better than any badly taken pics. Enjoy!