Well, that went rather quickly and whilst for many it was a total washout, the two outdoor activities I had planned this weekend went, rather remarkably, without disruption. Who says the sun doesn't shine on the righteous? Firstly, I managed to play in a cricket match where it stayed dry until the close of play, a game where some wild flaying of the willow in attempt to push our score towards the target of 199 ended on season high score of ...
It appears that if there is one thing in this country the elite cannot control, it is the British weather, despite all the bad summers in recent years, I can't remember the last forecast I saw in June where the outlook for Sunday and Monday is not only for driving rain, but also for temperatures of just ten centigrade. Lets not try to paint a pretty picture here, that is nothing short of disgusting and it hardly seems fair on people in villages ...
I have just had a weekend (and a skived off Monday) that has been really diverse in nature, featuring a a cricket club quiz night (Broughton) a game of cricket (Overton) a village fete (Broughton) and a walk from Waterloo to Tower Bridge and back along the Thames path on the north and south bank. The quiz was won handsomely (without cheating) beating two tables of toffs in the process, proving my own theory that members of the educational elite ...
What a funny old week this has been, the temperature, without apparent warning, has rocketed from thirteen to twenty seven degrees centigrade in a matter of days and the tabloids have been searching for headlines to better "Hotter than the Costa" "Baking Britain" and "Hotty Totty." It really has been a truly remarkable turnaround in weather fortunes and whilst it has been a joy to see blue skies again, it seemed to trigger a bizarre chemical ...
My latest attempt to play cricket predictably failed under cloudy skies at Oakley yesterday, once again ending in disappointment, with five runs scored in an innings that if it was described as a piss poor effort, I would take it as lavish but unwarranted compliment. With a cricket bat in my hand but without a cricket ball coming towards me, I can mimic all number of exquisite shots in my living room, but come the real deal, I am only ...