Thursday, January 26, 2012

Mr/Mrs/Ms/ Har Haaarrrggghhh


England 14-0, after the bowlers docked the tail in clinical fashion. Part of the tail is now in a spin trying to remove the openers.Cook is struggling. Ajmal the destroyer is coming on. Will the England players have long enough to study his action or will they leave that to Bob Willis. As oldies we have got tickets for one of the 'London Prepares' Diving sessions for a fiver. We are looking forward to seeing another Olympic venue from an insider's point of view. This is despite the memory of a near fatal diving accident for our son, which may leave us uncomfortable in our pre-Olympic seats.

Thanks to Seb we are Greco-Roman wrestling in our minds of whether to disappear abroad during the Olympics as we are not feeling quite the ticket at the moment. 25-0. More holiday boxes than usual need to be ticked off. A pool? Proximity of fishing? Remote? Remote control for satellite TV? Enough already! Did I ever imagine that our sport mad sons would be so discouraged at the lack of availability of tickets that they would ever contemplate leaving this sceptered isle at such a time? As Strauss walks off caught prodding for 11, the fear, the uncertainty of the inevitability that I feel for the England batsmen mirrors the reasons for choosing to watch the Greatest Sporting event that has taken place on home soil since just before I was born, from foreign climes. 39-1.

It is the boxes, that is the corporate ones that are sticking like a fish bone in one's throat. I'm not referring to the Royal ones as they have always been there, and I don't intend to speak ill of the dead. Nor do I have the heart to speak of the nearly dead, save to say that I hope the NHS pull out the same stops for the rest of us as did the French equivalent for my son all those years ago, even though we needed his E Nelson.

Eight years ago we watched the Athens Olympics on TV in Peniscola in Spain. Barry Davies was the commentator. We spent an enjoyable hour or so trying to work out which country, excluding Greece would be last to enter the stadium. You needed a maths degree to be sure of winning as the names on the team plaques looked like quadratic equations.I didn't win. I could never differentiate properly. If you want more detail you need to download 'French and Spanish Cricket for Beginners' from Amazon.co.uk as it's lunch at the cricket and I need to take a cup of tea up to the missus. IIL-I at Lunch. At least I'm only contemplating Beefy eat his Samosas and not Toffee nosed Champagne swilling Charlies devouring canapés in Beef Wellingtons with chips on my shoulder. Oh by the way E111s are known as Napoleons in France.

Friday, January 13, 2012


To those sadly not able to get in to watch Ebbsfleet for £7 or to warm your hands with fuel bought from the Winter Fuel Allowance or to travel to Dartford Market on the FastTrack etc.

Went to London Prepares Gymnastics last night at the O2 with Ben's Mum and Dad and Lizzie of course plus Heth. Sat next to two Brazilian ladies. 2-2 as far as Gold medals were concerned. 2-0 to them as far as pints of lager were concerned. I am concerned as they said it cost them £5.40 a pint. If it wasn't for the fact that the wonderful Lizzie had brought Pizza half price in Tescos (Sorry about your shares, Tesco, not) together with a bottle of wine from Uncle Martin specially chosen by Nephew Jack who works at Majestic that we were able to consume in Car Park 1 due to the unseasonal warm weather that our generation has bestowed upon you, I would have been somewhat disappointed, to use an expression that our generation has failed to bestow upon you along with the appreciation of the apostrophe. The event was enjoyable and cheap especially for those of my generation.

The point of all this is twofold. Firstly to remind you that on Tues 17th Jan tickets for the Diving 'London Prepares' become available to be held at the Aquatic Centre from 20th-26th Feb. Once again they are reasonably priced and hopefully as with the Gymnastics you can actually get hold of them. Secondly to remind Seb Coe that just like thousands of others I have still not been able to get hold of any F***ing Olympic Tickets, cementing my view mirroring what most of my generation felt at the time of your athletic peak, that they prefer Steve Ovett as an individual to you. No hard feelings. Yet! And it's not just because you defeated my mate to become MP for Falmouth/Camborne.