We lovely vecks viddied a most horror show little tourney of Pong-y Wong-y at Mojave's Milkbar. It was a bolshy night of ultra-violence, as we sharpened our bats and donned our bowlers. While some of us enjoyed a bit of the old in-out, in-out, the rest were tolchocking shiny orange yarbles to the sweet, thundering strains of Ludwig van!