Bradfield again, a 2 day game against the Waifs. Amateur cricketers seldom play two day cricket anymore so when the chance comes up diehards jump on it. Not a single ball was bowled. Two days of hellish rain.
Both teams prayed for good sky and voted to stick around for supper in the evening. It was a strange affair; all male strange, black tie, no wives or girlfriends and all a bit odd. I asked why there were no partners. ‘Because we couldnt behave badly’ I was told. This made sense at the 3am bullfight with wheelie bins. But there was a lovely elderly waitress. In a certain light, after a a few drinks, you could see that she was once a young beautiful thing.
The night was long in drink. Most of what took place is unprintable.