And What We Can Lift, We Throw

Looking for new members for the Wellington Throwing Club. Right now it’s just me, Rafe, Tom, Pale Tom, and some scrappy fellow named Basil who likes to be called Man Manistan. Flavian participates when he’s in town, but you can’t count on that, can you, and John Boy John Ricket hasn’t shown up since he gained weight. (He is rather enormous.) Well, do you know anybody? Wellington Throwing Club is not like other throwing clubs – we throw a wide range of objects at a wide variety of other objects. Wellington Throwing Club does not limit itself to throwing boomerangs into the wind or boulders off cliffs or old shoes at sweatshop protesters. "We throw what we can lift, and what we can lift, we throw." That is our unofficial motto. Our official motto is "Qui tacet consentit," or "Silence implies consent."

We meet near Crosser’s Cliff every Saturday at 10 a.m. Semiformal attire required.

UPDATE: Copy of the minutes from our last meeting (by Tom)