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Archdeacon Frobisher and the egg whisk

Good news. Sources from the south-west suggest that Warwickshire's championship visit to Gloucestershire next season will not be at Bristol (the most charmless cricket ground in the history of the world, nay universe). Sadly, it's not Cheltenham the Bears will be heading for but Gloucester is still a lot groovier than Bristol.
Aye - grandparents. When my Nan used to visit she always used to bring me a banana. Like it was a real treat. She'd always beam as though she was handing over the biggest thrill in the world. I felt like saying "Nan - rationing finished decades ago yer silly old bird. Bananas are two-a penny". Never did though. Bless 'er - she kept her teeth in a half-pint glass at night.

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Kev R.:

Good news indeed. It'll turn square at Gloucester for our demon spin-twins Salisbury and Botha.
Laker and Lock? Pah!

kim:

When my Nan was 85 she drank half a bottle of brandy on Christmas day. The resultant vomitting fit caused her false teeth to fly across the room with such force that they knocked the shade off a lamp.

I've always wished Id been holding an empty beer glass at the time because, if Id been quick enough, they'd have landed in that - which would have been some trick.

A week later, she was arrested for drink driving on New Year's Eve.

She liked Gloucester.

Paul:

Anyway, what happened to Archbishop Frobisher and how is his egg whisk?

Dr Foster:

Last time I went to Gloucester there wasn't a ball bowled. Chucked it down it did.

brian:

Another thing about Nan - whenever me and me brothers were having anything resembling an argument she'd say: "Watch out, there's a policeman outside". OK, it worked the first time but we pretty soon worked out that there was not, in fact, a member of the constabulary stationed permanently outside our house. Silly old moo!
Dear old Nan. Bless 'er! Actually we argued quite a lot. We had nothing to do, you see. No toys. I came from a poor family. One year things were so tight that mum and dad gave me an empty box for Christmas and said it was an action-man deserter.

Loopy Juice:

All due respect Brian, you sound like my gran in this blog - she is going senile.

Kind Dog:

Lets hear it for all Nans everywhere. And Grandads. They're lovely.

Jane Hyatt:

You have used that old chesnut too many times, in fact enough times for an army of Action Men to desert.

Joker in the pack:

What goes in out, in out and smells of wee? A gran doing the hokey-cokey.

Sidney Gooch:

My Nan was fantastic. Her dad was a coalman who lived to be more than 100 and her brother died at the age of 113. When Nan was 103 she could still thread a needle without wearing glasses. She always had a go at the ITV Seven and had a particlarly good record at Kempton Park.

brian:

Leicestershire-based sources suggest Warwickshire have got a one-dayer at Oakham next season.

Zak Lace.:

My Nan saw Glamorgan v Nottinghamshire at Swansea in 1968.

Jane Hyatt:

Not a lot of facilities at Oakham school unless they have improved. But nice place.

Bear with a sore head:

Does a big loss matter to Ashley and his team? They are, after all, only the cricket section of the great big ugly corporate machine that warwickshire ccc has become.

Inkey the one-eyed man:

You've got to look at the big picture.

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