
Cricket is the pursuit of gentlemen. A game of pure metaphysics. Here - I pause - recalling the age of 'the very good look'. I return to the joy of my childhood, adolescence and mid-twenties and discover cricket on the threshold of a cataclysm.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Arise, Sir Christopher. Incredible

Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This is great news...
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Cricket lives... ...at the Paddington Rec (of all places)!
One side (fielding) had on mostly black kit. (Kiwis, p’raps) The other side - yellow, with green and white. Was too far away to discern, but did hear two of the fielding side chatter whilst they fielded a ball. Sounded like Aussie, or Protean (RSA) to me.
But in any case, I was glad I detoured there today. it’s not too far away from me, and I came back feeling a lot better. I bought some water, bananas and Crunchies at S*mer**e*d before hand (with a Halva bar).
I do need to get out more. This place where I must live is not healthy for me and I am too poor to afford anywhere else. So I must find a job. Soon.
Nonetheless, it was a delight to see cricket at the Rec. There is also a girls’ team that play there. I forgot to take down the details, but I will find out more. There is also a Courtney’s at the Rec. No need for a membership, apparently. Good.
Feeling refreshed. But must I take a walk in the park to clear my head every time I feel down? (better than sweeties, anyway)