AGA's RADW World Cup Watch Party
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The Bluffing Bard@bluffing.bard@indigo.news to
rec.arts.drwho, on Thu Jul 2 17:25:08 2026
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Location, A sitting room in Northampton, England.
Occasion: Agamemnon's World Cup Watch Party.
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Agamemnon welcomed all with flourish and cheer:
"The World Cup is sacred, it comes every four years.
Bring snacks, bring chairs, bring opinions quite strong
Tonight we watch the match; I hope nothing goes wrong."
Dave arrived in his maple-leaf hat, muttering low,
"Canada's got this... well, maybe not, though."
He clutched hopeful dreams like a well-worn old scarf,
While Agamemnon poured tea and attempted a laugh.
Solar Penguin walked in with a dignified air.
"I kind of support England," Penguin said with a stare.
"If they win, that's delightful; if not, it's all right,
I'm just here with the gang, to socialise tonight."
Daniel strode in with his sunburnt grin:
"Who are we playing? And are we going to win?"
Agamemnon looked bemused, then pointed at the screen:
"Australia got knocked out, where have you been?"
YourName laughed at poor Daniel's plight, but said,
"I'd rather watch grass grow than this awful sight.
No offence to your party, your food, or your beer.
I want some sleep, Aggy, is there a quiet corner here?"
Melissa sat down with a long-suffering sigh:
"Is this going on all night? I may very well die.
It's just men and a ball plus a lot of loud noise.
Can we put on a Doctor Who DVD?" she asked the boys.
Then Blueshirt piped up with a passionate cry:
"Up the boys in... ah, never mind," he said with a sigh.
He wore green with conviction, though fate had been cruel;
Ireland didn't qualify, but he'll still shout like a fool.
A goal went in, the room roared alive.
Dave leapt from his chair like a salmon in dive.
Penguin just nodded, composed to the end,
While Daniel asked, "Wait, what did I miss, my friend?"
YourName checked his watch, unimpressed by the game.
Blueshirt cried, "Look at that poor tackle, what a shame.
If they don't replace Spence soon, theyrCOre entirely done.
This is tactical chaos; they've already lost one!"
Agamemnon sat proud, his domain in full swing,
Declaring each pass like a Shakespearean king.
Melissa reached slowly, with stealth and with care,
Toward the remote lying temptingly there.
"Oh no you don't!" cried the host in alarm,
Guarding his monitor as if warding off harm.
"For this is tradition, a ritual divine!"
"It's a group delusion," said Melissa. "And IrCOm not fine."
The match carried on through debate and through cheer,
Through confusion, indifference, and lukewarm beer.
And though no one agreed on the game or the score,
They stayed for the chaos - perhaps even more.
So here's to Agamemnon, bold host of the night,
To Dave's fragile hopes and Penguin's half-plight,
To Daniel's lost memory and Melissa's despair,
To YourName's complaints and Blueshirt's pundit flair
For the World Cup, like RADW, is best when absurdity's there.
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