Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Yet again it's raining. It's been raining for hours and looks like it's set in for hours more. Looks like a cast-iron no-play-today scenario.
Why? Why is it raining so much?
Is it global warming? Is is just bad luck? Or is it God's punishment for the human race for, having been granted the precious gift of life, using it to produce nuclear weapons, EastEnders and taps which go off when you stop pressing them thereby making it impossible to wash both hands at one time?
Comments (10)
In fairness Brian, it has been excellent for my potatoes. I rarely have such a good harvest as this year, and have donned my wellies regularly to fill my chip pan.
And the rain is preserving the lovely Alex Loudon's batting average, which is nice.
You must invest in a souwester, that will stop the diluvian summer in its tracks.
Posted by mrs trellis | July 13, 2007 11:15 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 11:15
I went to Gloucester the other day and got into a right tangle. Chuckin it down it was.
Posted by Dr Foster | July 13, 2007 11:32 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 11:32
Ah, sorry to hear that Dr Foster.
Might I suggest a kagoul? My quick research suggests the only place you'll struggle with in during a downpour is Kabul.
Maybe the Bears players can fill the empty hours today by testing various rainwear outfits.
Why did galoshes never catch on?
Posted by mrs trellis | July 13, 2007 11:40 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 11:40
Galoshes don't catch on, Mrs Trellis. You just step into them, pull them on and they stay up of their own accord.
Posted by Dr Foster | July 13, 2007 11:52 AM
Posted on July 13, 2007 11:52
Surely they would have come in handy to play the Worcestershire/Kent game. Galoshes, a kagoul and gas masks for the stench. Then there'd be no controversy.
Another day, another card school in the Press Box today I suspect. Bet Brian's already eaten his fish paste sandwiches.
Was looking forward to seeing Belly bat. Still, part of the thrill is in the anticipation.
Posted by mrs trellis | July 13, 2007 12:02 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 12:02
No card school in the press-box. We're all prowling round here like caged tigers ready and eager to report.
Although I suppose, strictly speaking, caged tigers are not ready and eager to report. They just want to get out there and chew up a few wildebeeste.
Posted by brian | July 13, 2007 12:18 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 12:18
Lions eat wildebeest not tigers!
Posted by Simon Ward | July 13, 2007 12:31 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 12:31
My son is a naturalist (naturist?) and tells me only a disorientated tiger would eat wildebeest.
They prefer deer and water buffalo, though for a snack they may chew on a monkey.
There, however, their similarity to the Edgbaston press corps ends.
Posted by mrs trellis | July 13, 2007 12:39 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 12:39
Hold a minute. Lions eat wildebeeste. Tigers eat deer. But what, if you are a predatory wildcat, is the difference between a wildebeeste and a deer?
Surely, it's a question of taste. Lion A might prefer wildebeeste while Lion B chooses deer. Meanwhile, Tiger A might like deer while Tiger B would rather have a nice juicy wildebeeste any day.
Posted by brian | July 13, 2007 12:50 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 12:50
Why should you never play cards in the jungle?
Posted by R.J.Bukkity-Buk | July 13, 2007 7:49 PM
Posted on July 13, 2007 19:49