Quite a long time ago, you may remember that there was the little matter of England Vs New Zealand battling against each other during a cricket match. Well I say battle, just wander around a pitch, hit a ball and hope the other naughty people don’t catch it or scream, whatever is involved with the thing these days.

Let’s go back to the 23rd of May, via the gift of pictures taken at the time coupled with silly writings which make no sense and remind ourselves of what went on:

The Lord of Leisure had gotten to Manchester earlier in the day, but made the slight error in judgement in staying around a friend’s house chatting to the mother of said friend about various things too long, and therefore at 11am, was still there when the cricket started. An hour later, he was there munching on KFC. Hmm, fattening.

Ah yes. Were this the coverage from Sky Sports, you can expect an old man in a purely classical voice describing the beauty and the size of the Old Trafford ground. However if the production were left in other hands, the video would have been focused on the attractive N-Power ladies, who all in red, left nothing to the imagination about their lovely bodies. mmmmmm……

During the day of drinking quite poor quality beer, munching on a bit more KFC which was going a bit off at this time and talking about random rubbish, more often or not to annoy the chap sitting next to me as he was overly into the whole thing, some things did happen on the grass bit. They did some running and everything.

And here’s another example of people playing cricket. Though why this shot manages to include men bending over far too much, one cannot really say. Mind you, there are things which could have been said about someone named “Sidebottom”

Here’s a bloke who used to play cricket: Ian Botham. He was presenting an award to someone for something, must admit, was a bit drunk at this point and therefore couldn’t remember what the hell was going on. Our focus was back on the N-Power girls who were getting up close and personal with the photographers with some water. Lucky gits.

After the match was stopped because of a little light meter thing, some of the overly large group of people went over to the pub to a swift gallon of booze. Alas it was too much for some to bear. This picture has been posted online in the knowledge that the person in the photo cannot get me just yet, as I have moved away from Shropshire now. Amazing what a little distance can do…. 🙂

And here’s the token kiwi from the group, who pretended to care about things as well. Let’s get the b******d!

And that’s your lot really. There weren’t even any leprechauns about to take photos of. There were some other costumed people about, but given the state they were in, it was best not to bother them. The problem is that this happened a fair while ago now and of course human memory being what it is, there are huge chunks missing as to what happened. Some people of course say that’s just a result of watching the cricket, or at least watching the bowlers rubbing the ball vigorously on their trousers. All I’m saying that from behind that looked just so wrong.

After the cricket, it was the weekend spent of Glyn’s, remarking on various things and basically being the Lord of Leisure in reality as opposed to just having the title once more. The degree was finished and there was no urgency about the whole time. Nothing wrong with that.