In case you've never been, here's the thing about cricket games:
They are really, really long - like all day...and in Test Matches, five days...so after sitting there all day, we still don't know what the result of it will be...this requires stamina.
Mostly men attend them and they wear - at least at Lords - boating hats. This means the ladies' rooms are usually not overcrowded, a plus.
There are boxes with really rich people sitting in them.
During breaks the really rich people drink champagne and look as if they are carving up the planet between them - but that's OK because it's actually just a chuckle.
It can be really fun, relaxing, deadly boring and the fun, relaxing, etc. again.
Beckett played cricket. Beckett is a hero of mine, therefore I feel I should like cricket.
When applying suntan lotion it is good to make sure you get the bit underneath your arm or you end up with weird red burn marks.
It is hard to write a coherent blog post after spending 8 hours in the sun watching cricket, especially when you are supposed to be getting up early to go to Scotland the next day...
And speaking of which: I may not be able to post onto the blog each day as we are staying at a little 'holiday camp' in the south of Scotland where there may not - gasp - be an internet connection. However, I promise you my dear and intrepid readers that I will write a blog post each day and post them when I can - at the very latest in a week. Meanwhile, you can catch up on all the long windy ones I wrote earlier.
But I will leave you with some photos of Lords:
|Bill at far left amongst the true believers - no one moved the whole time or said anything - |
space pod is press box.
|tiny people far away are cricketers - closer is an artist and her assistant eating ice cream -|
artist worked glacially slow I suppose in synch with a five day ball game.