With little Aussie cricket going on, I've been deep in the ponderage. Frankly it needs to stop so dammit let's have some cricket! First up, we were shit against Ireland. Not good with a series against England coming up soon. And there's the match today.
Now I've travelled a bit - I've seen some of the great cities of world; I've ridden a camel through the lost city of Petra; I've spoken Dutch in the rural Netherlands; I've drunk guinness in Dublin, eaten home made pasta in Italy, sprouts in Belgium and noodles in Barcelona (don't ask); I've slept on beautiful beaches and swam with dolphins; I've frozen my arse off in the North Sea, braved the sewer that is Blackpool and mocked the wierd-arse shingle on the beach at Brighton; I've taken the hand of a preacher man and made love in the sun ... no wait, that was that shit song from Priscilla Queen of the Desert ... never mind. The point is, I've had some life experience and it has come to my attention that some things in the world are just plain wrong:
Ryan Sidebottom's hair
Shahid Afridi's dental program
Stuart Broad's favourite band being Boyzone
My Lord being married
Graeme Swann
But nothing is more wrong than me having to choose between my Aussie cricket team and my favourite player of all time. How dare Gilly captain Middlesex against the Australians today?
It's just plain inconsiderate is what it is and I, for one, will be boycotting.
Especially since we will probably get fucking trounced with Gilly at helm.
4 thoughts on this post:
Atleast we got Warner out eh...but Gilly still going strongly. Had a dig at McKay and was successful.
What's wrong with Afridi's teeth? They're the best teeth in the history of the planet.
Anony, that was a (characteristic) clever reference to the biting of the ball.
The unique juxtaposition of Sidebottom's surname is weirder than his mop.
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