Just what are the Fat Bloke 7’s?
2008 Wobblers and friends
By Dick Cummings
July 12 2009
For a number of months now there have been loads of messages on this board about the Fat Bloke 7’s. This is the weekend of the tournament and so I thought I would let you all know what it’s all about just in case you have been wondering.Just what are the Fat Bloke 7’s?
Started by a group of London Irish supporters a number of years ago, this is the fifth year of Worcester Wobblers ‘action’.
FB7’s as its name implies is a Seven a Side Rugby Tournament but with a big difference. At the top end despite the tournament name standards are quite high with National Division sides performing under a nom-de-plume so that their coach does not find out. The rugby is good but the partying is better. At the bottom end I would like to say that the standards are also quite high if a tad slower. Unfortunately I can’t. Do the names of our opposition this weekend give you a clue?
- Bath Tubs
- Bristol Pasty Eaters
- Leeds Lardies
A few of my personal highlights over the past four years will give you a taste of FB7’s.
Courtesy of our good friends from Bristol.
- A rolling maul starting with fourteen players and finishing with a hundred and fourteen that went across one pitch, the length of two pitches and finished with a try on the clubhouse steps.
- A malfunctioning lineout that was over come by the use of a stepladder and then combatted by a mini-trampoline.
- Each pre-match presentation, including the ref, where rough scrumpy presented by gorgeous daisy maids has to be downed in one.
Courtesy of the Wobblers themselves.
- The new law that for every try the opposition score you bring on two extra players. At last we scored a try with twenty one of our players on the pitch.
- The Wobblers Haka to the Humpty Dumpty nursery rhyme.
Courtesy of Eek the Weeble
- The Army Vets are not from the Vetinary Corps but a fit Army side of 35-40 year olds (possibly hearsay).
- Repeating his scoring feat year after year when by dexterity of foot and strength of arm he manages to avoid tackle after tackle to dive over and score.
I invite others to share their best moments with you.
The Seven’s are on a Saturday, a charity match is on the Sunday. The camping on Friday and Saturday is an epic, from late drinks at the Land Rovers Return in the early years. To Al-Fresco’s 'mal de mer' from eating half cooked sausages at two in the morning.
Are Worcester the biggest party animals? Perhaps. The thirty eight tents, twenty seven wobblers, sixteen wobblerettes (ladies), plus all our glorious supporters is our tally this year. Amazing!See you at Abbey Rugby Club, Reading this weekend or book your time off next year. You will never regret it. A glorious (weather permitting) weekend. Bring it on. Oh and yes we have won two trophies!
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Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2009:08:11:06:48:14 by Powick Eastander!.
Two personal favourite moments from the inaugural Sunday charity game.
I was asked to captain a period of the game for the LI Barbarians against the Bristol PROPS side and we were, not to put too fine a point on it, being stuffed. After about the fifth try in 10 minutes our referee (Mr Ashley Rowden, GP ref and also posts as Clive Norling-The First) came across to me and the rest of the lads huffing and puffing under the posts to point out that he had told the Brizzlers that only the front 5 could score from now on. I turned to our guys and said "Right lads, if you see any of the girls with the ball ignore them, just hit the big lumps" to which Ashley responded "Only if they have the ball!".
"I didn't say that, sir!" was my response quickly followed by Ash's "Now this is proper rugby. Better than that Premiership s**t!"
My other favourite is captured on video somewhere. Ashley was trying to let the game flow a bit by ignoring the less extravagant of the failures to control the ball. After a succession of these had made the game look more like volleyball than rugby he collapsed on the floor and sat laughing hysterically trying desparately to blow his whistle - with no success whatsoever!
Few sights can compare with that of a red-faced, tear-stained Premiership referee with a fit of the giggles, I assure you!
Roll on this weekend and yet more tales to tell.
Harlequin ladies playing in their bra's.
A member of a team announcing that he ought to get to bed as he'd been up all night - only for him to be informed that the matches kicked off in 30 minutes.
Elsie's face when the Tinkerbelles won the Team of the Tournament Trophy for the first time.
Being in the circle for the first 15-a-side match having a minutes silence for Jack - 45 of the ugliest and scariest looking men I've ever known all with tears.
Large (from Sarries) with kebab in both hands looking at his beer and wondering how to carry two kebabs and one beer with only two hands - the look of cerebral struggle on his face was epic.
It's actually not as dangerous as you think because everyone is drunk, and therefore a little more relaxed going into contact

....sulk!

) and being one half of the worlds two slowest wingers with young CheffyForced to retire by the RFU
Hywell saying 'early to bed tonight, long day tomorrow'..... but then tackle practice at 4am with Hywell leading the session.
Every year, new people....more fun.



Dare we hope? We dare.
Can we hope? We can.
Should we hope? We must.
Well attempting to play, having never actually plated before. Great fun and a GREAT social occasion.
I'm sure if he ever makes it to a national side (he qualifies for four by citizenship, parenthood and residency) that clip'll come back to haunt him!

Along with everything else everyone's said above! Can't wait!
PS - the cheque I promised to send hasn't been cos I can't find my chequebook, so I'll bring enough cash, honest!!
Honourary Wobblerette from over the border
Dare we hope? We dare.
Can we hope? We can.
Should we hope? We must.

You clearly didn't make much of an impression on me the second time TVM!
I've just remembered you did turn up at RP...didn't you bring a Scarlet with you though?!
Honourary Wobblerette from over the border
1) wandering through the campsite (or should that be stumbling/tripping through the campsite) with LBF and JonW in the wee hours, long after most of the Wobblers had retired to their tents to listen to a certain Mr R. Cummings, who doesn't want to be named, snoring for England (as well as GB, Europe, The World and Universe too). We ended up in The Fairies encampment where we undertook a conversation with Mr Weeble... while all 4 of us were stood on top of a rather large mole hill/mound.
After around minutes of me repeatedly stumbling backwards off this hilltop, I decided I didn't want to talk anymore and stumbled off somewhere else (I know not where).
2) Brizzle Pasty Eaters... for everything they've ever done at this event, they had me in stitches many times. 100% top marks to them.
3) My brief appearance on the pitch for The Wobblers... in the aforementioned game where we got 21 on the pitch I accidentally found myself staring at the back of a ruck which, by sheer numbers alone we were going to win, and realising that the moment I grabbed the ball I was going to get hurt. At this point I decided to go and hide on outside wing (a new position) ready to recieve a pass from MagicJ (should the ball ever get that far).
4) The ref (as previously mentioned) who unfortunately got to referee 4 out of 5 of the pasty eaters games and had to down 4 pints of evil nasty pasty cider. Poor bloke! Rumour has it he had to leae his car and get a taxi home? Is that right? In fact.. ALL the refs what give up there time to make it a damn fine weekend with all their dodgy decisions. (Expecially that Ashley bloke!)
5) A late night flag-stealing session (I was awake and only witnessed the event as I was doing a 2am Wobbler BBQ at the time) where flags were "borrowed" for a few hours led to some fun as the booty was loaded onto a big flagpole for a photo-shoot. The lightweights of Glaws and Leeds flags were easily snaffled, as was Brizz's (completely cidered out that lot!), but resistance was met at the Fez Boys camp where we were allowed to stel their flag as long as they got it back in a few hours.
So many memories, the best ones are those that are not allowed to be posted here due to the "What goes on FBs, STAYS on FBs" rule... well, mostly that rule applies!
To those that ain't tried it and like a rugby-style party (and don't expect the campsite to be quiet at 10pm).. give it a go, you might regret it or otherwise have one of the best damn weekends of your life.


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Damp all week (including Friday I am afraid) before coming good on Saturday.
Smashin'
Dare we hope? We dare.
Can we hope? We can.
Should we hope? We must.
Half time, DW put Wobblers tops under their DW tops. The second half starts, the ball is passed to Captain Wasp (the token salad eater on our side), the call of 99 goes out.
DWs take off their DW tops and the Wobblers score a try to put the DWs out of the pool and into the bar.
Golly
#may5thallezthon
Was always a pleasure to swap with the Captain and have a run out for you boys, sad that you weren't coming this year!
Dare we hope? We dare.
Can we hope? We can.
Should we hope? We must.
On second thoughts - forget your shirts!!!
Dick

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