How Deep Is Your Hole?

10 unholey Goodgymmers dug their way into punny shenanigans as they lent a hand at Chapmans Green tonight.

Musical Interlude 

"Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work. /Oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work./ Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work/ Or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us/ Diggin', diggin', diggin'"

It doesn't hit the same when it's not Niamh singing, but here's Christy Moore's version

Kudos Corner

Everybody make some noise for Karen who joined us for her maiden GGHaringey run - talk about a baptism of fire! I hope we haven't scared you away, Karen.

And someone we managed to scare away is poor Frankie who's running away from London for reasons that she claims have nothing to do with Goodgym. Sure. We'll miss you and come back soon!

Holy of Holies

Let's call a spade and spade and admit from the off that most of my notes from tonight are frankly unprintable. Forks, foxes, big holes and a bunch of rowdy Goodgymmers led to a smorgasbord of punnery and smutty banter.

All the same, let's see what we can salvage for this report.

The night started harmless enough. Our task owner was running a bit late so we opted for a little fitness session ahead of the task. We first tried some cariocas but there weren't many takers for this one so someone suggested the very popular "that-thingy-that-Islington-Simon-Does-With-The-Walking-And-The-Running." World renowned, that.

Our task owner arrived as we were just finishing up and he opened the gates for Chapmans Green for us.

What a lovely space the Green has become. We have now been visiting for over three years and it's great to see the progress the Friends group have made with the space. Tonight we were helping to prepare the ground for an orchard-planting session next weekend, which involved digging up 12 holes to an arm-deep depth. With those instructions, Alex the task owner handed us a bunch of spades and the ingredients for some very unsavoury banter.

To be fair to them, our Goodgymmers did an excellent job. They dug and dug and dug. But they also chatted as they dug. And the chat? My god, they dug a metaphorical black hole with their chat. Poor Alex from Chapmans Green took it all in good humour and before you knew it, he was trying to get us out the front door in a hurry. I wonder why! :)

All in all we had dug 12 tree pits and left them ready for the orchard-planting session on Saturday.

Boom.

Selfies here, selfies there and we then said our goodbyes and we all ran in different directions into the night, feeling a little bit more/ less (delete as appropriate) holy.

Join us next week for more fun.