Wednesday, September 07, 2005

On A Lighter (But Deadly Serious) Note...

Marmite makes you a better wickie than Vegimite does

It is already morning in England- 3:39am to be precise. This means it is Thursday, the opening day of the final Ashes Test against Australia. England only needs a draw to regain the Ashes for the first time since 1987.

Suffice to say, I won't be straying far from my internet radio at work the next few days, and am praying for rain this weekend so I can hole up in front of the computer. It is time to channel the spirit of Beefy and my personal favorite, David "The Gentleman" Gower.

Crack on lads- pads on, last one out of the pavillion has to sniff Flintock's box.

Down the shaft they shouted "Larwood!"
Short and stocky from the cage,
Strode a man to bowl for England,
In a dim remembered age.
Muscles tempered at the coal-face,
Body primed and all aglow,
Eager for the fields of battle;
Ghostly fields of long ago.

Diamond-hard from hewing 'diamonds',
Fame that grew round half the world;
From modest starts on local pitches
Headline banners were unfurled.
Larwood, Voce spearhead battalions,
Of sporting pitmen down the years;
Hard-fought contests, deeds of glory;
Memories shine on through time's tears.

From 'A Carnival Crown and a Roasted Ox" by Mark Ashfield

I believe Harold Larwood actually decapitated at least five unpleasant kangaroo humping, Tooey's swilling, Dame Edna emulating, corks from hats hanging, finding Paul Hogan funny-ating, cultural-cringing, pretending-they-are-kiwis-when-they-finally reach-London, Croc-hunting gallahs in his day. Vengance is mine, sayeth the MCC.

God, I hope we win after that.


Clokeeeey! said...

Keep hoping lad.
I like the kid in jail pic, good one.

Mondale said...

I think you said all that needs to be said.
Fuck the aussies, fuck em.
it's tight (but then it's been the tightest, most interesting Ashes in my memory.