Hard Times. Hard Times. We live in hard times -we’re told daily- and with winter, ever closer each morning, day dreams of a season abroad won’t go away. On hard, flat decks overseas, the first ton? Sri Linka, Windies or India, ideally. But comfort zones won’t do. My gonzo cricket writing pretensions (a unique fancy) tell me Pakistan. Yes I dream of Pakistan. I dream of Pakistan. No one else in the world of cricket wants to go there. Perfect, perfect Pakistan where I can return with tall tales about my exploits and eat all the Nihari I can stuff my face with. If I’m down the Old Kent road in January, my dreams will have bitten the dust. Again.
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Mate, absolutely brilliant stuff on the vlog - I just spent the whole morning going through it - fantastic, well done.
All the best,
Gaz (Brisbane)
brilliant stuff - reminded me of that great Sonny Liston quote: ’someday, they’re gonna write a blues for fighters. It’ll just be slow guitar, soft trumpet and a bell…’
A great first season of blogging.
Unfortunately the season is over, why can’t they play cricket all year round?
We beat Australia to win the ashes.
England are for once looking in good in the Champions Trophy.
South Africa will prove tough winter opponents but at least we should beat Bangladesh!
Looking forward to 2010 already!
Ob- I’ve had no connection for a few days. Thankyou BT.
Sorry about late reply. The blues for cricketers has to be Gospel blues, I think. And Rev James Cleveland were he alive would have had a damn good chance at penning the song.
Got my disciplinary hearing today. Was looking for a few sketch ideas?
A morning wasted Gaz. Spread the word to bored office workers everywhere. Live your cricketing failures through getahundred.
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