Tuesday, January 25

Just for Lucretia, because I'm cruel......

The majestic sound of leather on willow.........

Oh come on, it was too good to resist........ ;o)

3 Comments:

At 5:17 pm, Blogger -- said...

..heh, this could be my highly-unimaginative and confused (due to Mass-Media; solely..) -brain playing tricks on me, but I think the insultation-quotient for the day has been triggered more than enough by yours truly..

..How about "saying it with roses" next time? =)

No seriously, "good game, 'ol chap!", or what do you guys say?

 
At 9:54 pm, Blogger -- said...

I wonder what a sick fuck I am who associates cricket with 'croquet' [is that how it's spelled?]. I mean, that's the closest thing we've got to that game here in scandinavia, (-afaik-,) and croquet is remotely acted out the same way, (from what I can see;) just in a more sissy-like fashion..

Cricket seems to be easily able to turn into hockey or NFL -roughness at any time; isn't that a-typical for British sports? (Well, there's rugby perhaps, but..)

We've never been a British colony, so the only way we could adopt this game in a large scale, (beyond exchange-student antics,) would be to hand out Acid-tabs to the population, and set "God Save The Queen" on repeat (well, add some self-luminous jogging-suits onto the tab, and it's good on it's way)..

 
At 7:00 pm, Blogger Just Somebody said...

I see you're back then ? ;o)

Put yourself in my shoes - I'm loving the cricket score then I remember that you are where you are and that you also love cricket.

Would have been a shame *not* to say something, wouldn't it.

Just count it as me drawing a shot from you with some seriously obvious swing down the leg side. Or something.

 

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