I like ice cream. I like ice lollies. The kind of ice lollies that turn your mouth blue with E numbers [ Not the adult orientated rubbish sold everywhere]. I like ice cream vans – the good ones sell the sort of iced confectioneries that I’m after. There is often one stationed at the better cricket grounds round the country. I like that.
I like strong alcohol. Tequila, Rum, Scotch, Irish, Rice whiskey, Bourbon, Pisco, Cachaça, Calvados, Armagnac, Cynar, Jagermeister, Benedictine, Chartreuse; you get the picture – proper stuff. It takes 44 facial muscles to frown, but only 3 to sip a cocktail, you know it makes sense.
I like bowling. I really like bowling, especially the fast stuff, but I like it accurate too. And I like openers – they have to face the fast and the short. And I like spinners – especially those of with a highly artistic action and flattering economy rate.
And I like County Cricket. The red ball, whites clad player, four day stuff. Yes the type that is such a hit with the pensioners. And I attempt to take pictures of it.
They might be coming to take me away any day now.
Or perhaps I’ll try a spot of placard waving down at the ECB offices – I want to eat ice cream whilst watching cricket in temperatures when ice cream should be eaten – that would be summer! On a weekend once in a while would be nice too. Now that really is MAD!
I have a history of placard waving…….but that’s another story.
I have a history of not playing any cricket what so ever.
I have a history of wearing printed dresses.
But then again I have a history of being a woman. And that might tell you all you need to know……….