Aint got no Sky TV, so I'm listening to the cricket on the radio and Flem goes for his 33rd interntional duck. "Probably had a shave and haircut", I thought.
Hey thanks for the link. Yeah, it took me ages to decide how to spell 'Hoes', and went for the 'e' in the end. Should have just said tarts.
And where is Macca and his meals? Since he started growing that beard his blogging's gone to bits.
That mention of cricket and spirituality in cricket in your puerile post brings to mind the case of wicketkeeper-batsman Frank Mooney. He was a dark horse in the side, and kept an imaginary friend named Starlight, whom he would regularly take dancing in Wellington bars. He was known to perform miraculous feats such as traverse the length of the North Island in quicker time than a couple of Rodgers and Hammerstein musicals. NZ cricket went through a period of religious persecution in the late 1940s, so when Mooney was selected to tour England there were violent demonstrations, and watersiders in Dunedin went out on strike, proclaiming the superior abilities of their local boy George 'Gubber' Mills.