Category: Regulars

2 minute read 668 Neighbour Of The Beast sent us what can only be described as a monumental match report. You people are picking on us because we admitted that we felt bad when we had to edit stuff out. Here’s the shortened version: As part of this year’s getting out and seeing

< 1 minute read Sarah comma Canterbury writes: I went to bed late on Sunday evening. It was raining. My alarm woke me on Monday morning. It was raining even harder. I had a shower and got dressed; went downstairs; made a coffee; ate a raspberry yoghurt; and looked outside. It was still raining.

2 minute read Matt B writes: I was up in Wolverhampton visiting my Dad. By late afternoon the relentless excitability of my seven year-old Chinese step-sister, the listlessness caused by a new lurgy and the lure of a still sweltering sunny day drove to me escape the house for a little bit of

2 minute read The Atheist from Are You A Left-Arm Chinaman? writes: I was excited about going to see my first match of the season. This would be a perfect opportunity to wear my sun-hat without the usual sense of shame associated with over-keen headgear. Although its powers are potent, it didn’t prevent

2 minute read Match reports are still welcome. Keep them fairly short and remember, don’t mention the actual cricket. 668, Neighbour of the Beast writes: With weather set on sunny we set off for Essex with the hope of catching up with a few sub-Saharan migrants, chirping and exhibiting the usual seasonal territoriality.

2 minute read Match reports are still welcome. James writes: The start had been delayed, but when I arrived John Holder and Nigel Cowley were already on their way to the wicket, despite the fact that the main cover was still in place and it was raining quite hard. They gave up and

2 minute read Suave writes from La Republique: The rain had stopped when I got off the tube at Regent’s Park, and I was looking forward to a nice afternoon definitely not watching cricket. Unfortunately, it started lashing it down as I was halfway through the park. I got soaked and battered by

< 1 minute read Mel writes: I arrived at the home of the Oxford University Cricket Club with a sore shoulder and a light wallet. The former was due to packing a heavy bag to cover all weather eventualities (although in hindsight the mosquito repellent was a tad unnecessary). The latter was due to