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CURRENT WRITINGS:

General Blog
My ramblings about this, that and the other. Anything that comes to mind basically. Feel free to read and disagree with me violently.

Photo Biog
Snapshots from my life. Literally. I pluck a photo from my pile at random and see what memories surface.

Who In Order
My thoughts as I plough my way through over 780 episodes of the world's best TV programme from the beginning.


YE OLDE WRITINGS:

Musings
Odd bits and pieces written over the years on a number of subjects.

Notes from a Small Person
The journies around South America of Jenny Crick. E-mailed from the back of beyond by her and edited(ish) by me.

BITS OF THE INTERNET I LIKE:

The Trap
Paul Lichfield, Dan Mersh & Jeremy Limb. Funny chaps and a fantastic podcast.

BBCs Dr Who Pages
Because I'm sad!

Casebook.org
Lots of ripping good fun!

 

The Beautiful Game

Don’t be fooled by the title, I refuse to bow to the erroneously-held views of the masses. When I speak of the ‘beautiful game’ I refer, of course, to cricket. And test match cricket at that! This fantastic game should (to my mind) be regarded as our national sport and over the next 432 words I’ll try to convince you why. My argument, as always, will be pretentious, poorly thought out and will involve rubbishing people and needlessly insulting Americans.

A national sport should, I believe, reflect the qualities of the nation in question and test cricket achieves this for the British in a way that football never can. Note the following points:

  1. Test cricket is complicated. It is possibly the only sport ever invented to which no one really knows all the rules. Not even the late Bill Frindall. Remember – complex and unfathomable is good. Ask Stephen Hawking if you don’t believe me. Football, the rules of which require 22 people to keep a ball within a rectangle while occasionally hoofing it towards a net, simply cannot compare as an intellectual challenge.

  2. Cricket is played by intelligent people, many of whom have been to a good university and know how to behave and speak and so forth. Conversely, football is played by pig-shit thick potential and/or actual criminals who probably couldn’t spell the word ‘university’ if you helped them with every other letter.

  3. Americans don’t play it. Imagine, just for fun, trying to explain the concept of test match cricket to an average American (don’t worry – there are plenty of them to choose from). Bear in mind that in American, football leagues*, any tied matches often go to a penalty shoot-out as the out and out desperate need to have a ‘winner’ is ingrained in the American mentality. Something to do with Vietnam I imagine. How then would said American deal with a game described thus: ‘It can last for up to 5 days and still end in a draw or even a tie.’ Their eyes would probably bleed.

Good points all I’m sure you’ll agree. However the most important aspect of cricket for me is the opportunity it offers for British national penance. I write as an atheist and therefore from no more than a philosophical viewpoint, but I’d argue that cricket is good for our nation’s soul. Consider for a second the test playing countries: Australia and New Zealand; West Indies; South Africa and Zimbabwe; India, Pakistan, Sri Lanka and Bangladesh. Test match defeats to any of these nations hurt. In so doing they help purge the national sins of imperialism, war, colonialism, transportation and slavery. In fact, if the Irish ever wish to exact revenge against the British for 900 odd years of quite beastly behaviour, forget a unified republic or the occasional bomb. All they need do is develop a really good test side!

* They call them ‘soccer leagues’ but they are in error.

 

 

 
LINKS TO OTHER STUFF I DO

The Gentlemans Review
Quite simply the best free podcast available, and podcasters don't come much more sexier than this! Not that I'm biased at all.

The Dipsocast
An occasional short podcast recorded by various people, usually from a pub rather late at night.

Sowerby Bridge Rushbearing
Spectacular annual festival, charming revival of folk custom or cracking excuse for a piss-up? You decide!

Kirkburton Rapier Dancers
Not Morris Dancing, oh no. We dance with swords and clogs cos we're rugged and manly!

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