Brisbane, Day 2
Having popped my England cricket shirt in the wash the night before to get it ready for the big event, I set off for work in a reasonable mood (although still predicting a 3-1 Aussie win).
When I returned I discovered that good old Hotpoint Whirlpool NoMark washing machine had ripped a huge chunk out of said shirt to the extent that I look like I've been bitten on the arse by a shark. In short, the omens weren't good from the get-go.
That said, things are looking up - did you see the way Ponting pathetically cruumbled on 196? Pah! I scoff at your poor technique, Ricky. Fancy walking across the line to straight one - especially when you look like some kind of Ian Hislop/John Culshaw love child.
Also, I notice Billos 'The Trumpeter' Cooperos got booted rather unceremoniously out of the GABBA.
Washing Machine Douses English Hopes
I have to say that I fear I'm to blame for the opening day trouncing and subsquent debacle.Having popped my England cricket shirt in the wash the night before to get it ready for the big event, I set off for work in a reasonable mood (although still predicting a 3-1 Aussie win).
When I returned I discovered that good old Hotpoint Whirlpool NoMark washing machine had ripped a huge chunk out of said shirt to the extent that I look like I've been bitten on the arse by a shark. In short, the omens weren't good from the get-go.
That said, things are looking up - did you see the way Ponting pathetically cruumbled on 196? Pah! I scoff at your poor technique, Ricky. Fancy walking across the line to straight one - especially when you look like some kind of Ian Hislop/John Culshaw love child.
Also, I notice Billos 'The Trumpeter' Cooperos got booted rather unceremoniously out of the GABBA.
Labels: Ashes, Bill, cricket, dead Hotpoint, dead shirt
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