Sunday, July 12, 2009

For the quintessential cricket lover

The sport, not the insect. All (disgusting) entomophiles, you're looking for the 3rd door on your left down the hall, the one marked 'Exit'.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Duckworth-Lewis-Method/dp/B002ASVR8E/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1245861844&sr=8-1

My current favourite is 'Jiggery Pokey', about Mike Gatting, Shane Warne, and 'the ball of the century'...

"it was jiggery pokery, trickery chokery,
how did he open me up?
robbery muggery, aussie skullduggery,
out for a buggering duck!"

Also, this - inf***incredible. The tainted genius.
But then, which one isn't? Maybe, arguably, SRT comes closest to not being.

Interesting point though. Any truly non-tainted genius you can think of, in any field?
Or is being tainted or flawed just a natural human failing? If it is, in fact, inevitable, then can it truly be called a failing? If it cannot, then it's all just relative, like everything else.
Like real beauty lies only in imperfection.

^

2 Comments:

Blogger The Darkling Thrush said...

On a totally unrelated note,
Manu belongs to the "Everyday" list. He's no longer "Someday..."

10:26 PM, July 14, 2009  
Blogger Unknown said...

Gatting was out for 4 or something though...but four wouldnt rhyme. i guess.

7:47 AM, July 15, 2009  

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