So Stiffy’s working hand had come off second best against a far more sober wall, and he was well and truly out. (What is it with these insurance agents? Parrot could explode any minute and make the trifecta.) Under the Leisure by-laws, 12th man Pusher then got into the squad as captain, a position he was to lose, regain and lose before a ball was bowled at the balmy Dulwich ground.
Birdshit is captain now and it’s a great day for cricket. Good energy all round… and everyone had their cricket caps on. The team was complete as Sharapova arrived in the nick of time to conduct warm-ups. Full credit to Latex leading last week’s, but that man can really overwork a groin. Loose was chomping at the bit and wouldn’t touch the bus booze on account of “dry-July” rehab. New comers Callgirl and Twiggy squeezed into some new kit and we hit the field. (more…)
Bashers Cricket in Inner Mongolia
“Hi, I’m Richard, do you want to see my underpants?”
What better way for a Basher to greet the Million Tree Project representative Heather Wigmore on arrival at Kun Lun Qi, Inner Mongolia, a town of 50,000 in one of China’s poorest areas The Bashers trio of Parrot, Pusher and Woodstock had just traversed 200km of arid zone, invigorated by fresh air, sunshine, blue skies, and a third place at the Frank’s Place pub quiz the previous night. Parrot was understandably euphoric after making up severe deficiencies in his underwear ensemble during a snack stop on the way from TongLiao airport. The Bashers faced a busy few days in the desert, and it was not the time for wardrobe malfunctions.
It all seemed perfectly normal for a bright sunny Sunday morning; Birdshit slept through the first alarm, Tank was late, Swahili wasn’t sure where he slept. But it wasn’t until the Pusher revealed that he had got in a massive 24 hour kip the day before that it became clear the Pleasure team had been quietly building up its reserves. It’s possible the impending afternoon of complimentary booze at Cuvee was a factor, but still, there was something different.
The Dulwich security guards were the first to feel the sting; tension mounted as a dozen Bashers armed with near empty tunnel beers faced off against a trio of uniforms bearing framed certificates warning us not to trespass. Birdshit’s quick decision to conduct the team’s first ever warm up with a lap around the field defused the crisis, and possibly sowed the seeds of brilliance to follow.
Go to the Division II batting stats (on the right of this page), and order them by Strike Rate (Press “STR”)
Bashers nailed the top 17.
Bring it on Doggies!
PLEASURE v HOTDOGS, SATURDAY 27 July, 1.30pm
Dulwich College Ground, JinQiao
TEAM ANNOUNCEMENT
Game On!
Get to the Big Bamboo on Nanyang road around 11.30 because the bus is leaving AT 12.00pm, with Just beer and Kooka pies.
Woodstock (C)
Birdshit (CC)
Tank
Long Dong
Pusher
Inquisition
MadeIn
Paps
Swahili
Walrus
Smasher
That’s a seriuos looking Eleven!
After the game, drift over to catch the Club Prez, Omega, ripping out some serious rock’n'roll at the Bamboo in HongMei Lu, HongQiao. Ask Birdshit for details.
‘Stock
First call for all Bashers in the PLEASURE class this SATURDAY AFTERNOON.
The Pleasure. The brute force behind the enormously rural Nanjing tour, is being called on to take on the Doggies this weekend.
Cold Just Beers and hot Kooka Pies on the bus for an early Saturday lunch, and we’re ready to go. Press the comments button and sign yourself up for some Peace and Love.
Woodstock.
There Once Was A Basher Called Hammer
A Master Of Chat And Of Grammer
Although He Could Bowl
He Could Never Control
The Way He Took Care Of His Stammer
Apparently this pie bloke starts working the suds on the way out, turns in a couple of tight ones to ease the wide fears of cap’n Loooose, slips down a few coldies, carefully deflects a Della straight one with a left leg placed between the middle stump and the umpire’s head, has a brief but violent moment of memory loss after a couple of Bamboo quieties, and wakes up from oblivion with Andre in his face saying “We’ll need to tell your wife about this.”
It’s all good, but I’ll admit to a couple of blank spots. Tell me your version after practice tonight. I’ll be at the bottom of the stairs. Somehow.