The Maroons (“Marones”) have won this year’s State of Origin (two games to one). Of course they have!
There is no truth to the rumour that Anna threatened to have the entire team shot if they lost, but I can assure you that Gladys threw an almighty tanty after the final whistle. 😎
Pala-shay and Berry-jick-lian, respectively.
What’s strine for that, Bearsy? Not 666 think double 6. .I’ll bet. Just like lawn bowling, the north of UK would be world champions at being non-chappers.
Yesterday I passed on to my reader Backside’s aversion to anthropological fantasies purveyed by the meeja; from Twilight to Harry Potter to Game of Thrones to Watership Down, all celebrating the supernatural or the improbable ad nauseam.
Today his other pet hate was exhibited: the propensity of celebrities to parade their emotions before the cyberpublic, presumably seeking sympathy and even greater celebrity = money. This time a fine tennis professional who regrettably lacks the dignity and self-respect to avoid the camera when he is overcome by sadness at his own fate (or rather the impending end of his playing career). Yes, I know it’s the fashion but p-lease!
That’s what the commentators are doing, meddling with our ineffably wonderful language.
How? Potential winners at the European Championships are allegedly likely to medal! Synonym? To podium.
That’s after they have battled their opponents.
Christina hasn’t been here recently but perhaps she will be lured by mention of Geraint the Gears, now Roi du Tour. Well ridden G! You are now as famous as Sam the Scrum and Gareth the Goals, fellow scions of Whitchurch High and its fêted PE teacher, Mr Williams.
There seems to be a nature/nurture issue here: Scotland and Denmark have similar populations, as do Uruguay and Wales. But only two of them are among the WC last sixteen in Russia.
Answers please on a Fray Bentos pie or a side of Danish bacon addressed to me. Thank you.
This is a non-controversial blog about cricket. As Pete Such It won’t appeal (not out) to female readers. Take a tea break ladies, Gareth battily, we do it all the time.
I’m Alan Knott trying to get rid of you. I love women. In all shape, form, substance, architecture, model, embodiment, chassis or any other taughtalotgicals. I’m not a misogynist ( big word for me and I know what it means). I respect women’s professional tennis and strong female singers like Cristina Scabbia and Floor Jansen. This is about dull old cricket and won’t interest you. Continue reading “As the saying goes, it’s not cricket”