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.

2 comments:

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.
COME ON ENGLAND!

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