Taking shelter from the rain whilst ensuring that we didn't go thirsty
England in the field on Saturday morning
Dickie Bird & Sober at Lord's on Saturday
The full Monty? Dave and a cardboard cut-out.On the day that the new Harry Potter book was released, your correspondent & Sober ventured to Lord’s on Saturday for a curate’s egg of a days play, watched by large numbers of the great and the good, and old Harry Phucker himself, Daniel Ratcliffe, according to press reports. Sober was rude enough to enquire when I went to Lord’s with Shteeeeve in May whether we were having jerk chicken again for lunch as usual? Bearing in mind that it’s either me or Shteeeeve who invariably provide lunch on such occasions, I thought it a little rich that the repast I habitually produce was subject to satire, so I produced for lunch tandori chicken chapattis with raita and mango chutney, bhajis (no samosas obviously, as they have peas in them), fried chapattis with mashed spicy potato in them (courtesy of Comrade Ralli’s recipe) and poppadoms, all washed down with Cobra & Cava (not very Indian, but the local sparkling wine is not particularly well thought of in the sub-continent).
The England bowling on Saturday morning was described as “outstanding” in the Murdoch today according to Christopher Martin-Jenkins, a view with which I would readily concur, and although it rained, resulting in only an hour and a half’s play after lunch, the day was not ruined, as it gave us an opportunity to sate our thirsts and belatedly chew the cud, Sober having been an infrequent visitor to Howards’ End this year. He still managed to trash our recently renovated spare bedroom, however, as per usual. Oh yes, and it apparently took him 4 hours to get home after work on Friday as a result of the floods. Guess how many of those hours were spent in licence premises? Give yourself a prize if you guessed anywhere near three. Priceless.
The England bowling on Saturday morning was described as “outstanding” in the Murdoch today according to Christopher Martin-Jenkins, a view with which I would readily concur, and although it rained, resulting in only an hour and a half’s play after lunch, the day was not ruined, as it gave us an opportunity to sate our thirsts and belatedly chew the cud, Sober having been an infrequent visitor to Howards’ End this year. He still managed to trash our recently renovated spare bedroom, however, as per usual. Oh yes, and it apparently took him 4 hours to get home after work on Friday as a result of the floods. Guess how many of those hours were spent in licence premises? Give yourself a prize if you guessed anywhere near three. Priceless.
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Don't be rude about Harry Potter!
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