So we had the annual, actually, the 87th Annual, dress-up-and-make-political-speeches-thank-god-my-family-the-cast-and-crew-for-an-amazing-film extravanganza. It was hosted by Neil Patrick Harris and featured a confusing opening song-and-dance. Well produced it may have been, but it was confusing. To me, at least, and my opinion is all that matters to me. Two reasons I stopped watching it: 1. Neil… Continue reading #Oscars
Any dry throats and thumping hearbeats at the start of the game became dryer and thumpier as Rohit left early. With that, the game was afoot, as Holmes used to say, or so we are told by Conan Doyle. This was the other marquee matchup in Pool B, ranking in importance second only to the Ind… Continue reading #CWC15 – Ind v SA
< A little comic relief before the India vs South Africa match at #WC2015. This was sent to me by a lovely lady who shall remain nameless. Exceptions may be made in the case of those willing to send me a US$10 and a SASE.> Come all ye fair young maidens and harken unto me,… Continue reading NEVER TRUST A CRICKETER
What an absolute disaster! For England. To be fair to England, I did not expect them to win, for I do not expect them to do well in this World Cup. Of course, history tells us that the last time England made it to the final was in 1992, in Australia and of course England… Continue reading WC2015 – Eng vs NZ
<This article first appeared in sloword.wordpress.com. Given the abject surrender by England yesterday, I thought it may be pertinent to read what I had written almost a year ago. You can read the original here> I read this article by Jonathan Agnew and was struck by it's smarmy tone. As an apology for Peter Moores's… Continue reading The Summer Game
It's been a strange first week at the ICC Cricket World Cup 2015 edition. Two of the biggest matches have already been completed. Australia beat England, to no one's surprise and then India beat Pakistan, to no Indian's surprise. I must confess a slight feeling of doubt. Oh no, not about England losing, but about India winning.… Continue reading WC2015 – Two big matches already
Folks keep coming over to read this on a regular basis. They come here because they’re searching for the answer to the question:
“Can I use mustard oil to season a cricket bat”. The answer is very simple. Please, do yourself a favour and don’t even think about it. Your bat will thank you.
This is a personal recollection of my career, a very poor career, as an amateur cricketer. I hope this helps.
There are other things to read such as some groundbreaking, earth shattering ways to improve cricket. Check the “Opinions” option in the menu at left.
My two older, much, much older, brothers were already established stars in school cricket when I got my first cricket bat. A Gunn and Moore Nonjar, size 3, I believe. I was about 4 years old. And they took ownership of the seasoning process the minute it came home. Lacking the approved linseed oil as well as patience, they seized upon mustard oil, easily available from the kitchen as the means to
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Your way through this blog. It's really very simple. Check the offside menu (if right handed) or leg side menu (if left handed). All posts are categorized as either: Opinions: Where I talk about radical new ideas for improving the game, selling it in new markets, provide personally viewpoints on players, rules, administrators and other… Continue reading How to bat
The question of choice is always a good one. Should one have choice? Yes. How much choice should one have? Now, that's a good question that cannot easily be answered. Many years ago, I remember Mad Magazine had this piece about the guy trying to buy cigarettes in a store. "Give me a pack of… Continue reading Choice is good
Time to reblog an old(er) story. Since all my stories are (essentially) true, I have no qualms about recycling them every Thursday. I suspect some of my newer readers (Ha!) may have missed these gems and I cannot stand by and not bring some joy into their lives.
Altruistic – that’s the word. Yup, that’s me.
One day, I was asked if I wanted to accompany them, in my usual role of chaperone for the Other Girl. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this was a time when I was a certified Chaperone for the Other Girl. A was going to do the driving. I had been given advance notice, so not a trace of coconut oil may have been found on my person. As a nod to the fashion of the times, I wore my brother’s borrowed 30inch black bell bottom trousers, dress shoes and white shirt with large blue, red and black squares all over it.
Over we drove to pick up R. X, ( I…
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