It started before I stepped on Australian soil. The Customs Man asked where my tissues were, I’d need them. I replied that I didn’t have them down for cry-babies. We were both right.
Trekking along the Torrens on my way to the ground I overtake an elderly English couple with MCC straw hat (him) and matching cushions (her). She speeds up to overtake me.
Poetry -writing & reading
Poetry is just about the most environmentally positive art-form around, especially when viewed on the internet or listened to on the radio. It’s also one of the oldest. No one quite knows how human communication developed, but as a prehistorian I’d put my money on song and dance – it’s memorable and [...]
Just as I fire up my palm-top Hoggard fires out Hayden caught behind 2 for 35, or 35 for 2. Whichever way you look at it, needing 352 just to avoid the follow-on, Australia are starting to stare down the barrel.
It is a very English morning, I’m still wearing jacket and jeans as the sun just starts to come out after lunch.
Happy Birthday To You, Mr President
a cool morning’s start. blustery,
overcast, almost a two sweater day,
Collingwood’s very English century
made in very English conditions
i’ve come from the fun of the eighteenth
Test Match Brekkie. seven hundred in [...]
If The Gabba was the Strineship Enterprise, then the Adelaide Oval is The Way We Used to Be. Never saw a drop of paint (or rain) at The Gabba. Adelaide is an all pastel colour card from Dulux.
