Stop Taking The Piss

I had a rather splendid day at Lord's last Thursday. I helped out with the hosting of some business guests and I have to express admiration for the quality of the corporate hospitality at the home of cricket. I'm sure it must have been bloody expensive (one doesn't ask old chap) but they laid on a bloody good show. Seared tuna steak is an ambitious offering in mass catering terms but they executed it to perfection. Mucho impressivo as we say round these parts.

No, I didn't sit here

Of course a day at the cricket is always the better for the sun being out and for a young Englishman (Joe Root) making a century, but this would have been enjoyable even in murkier circumstances. The only bum note was sounded by the deplorable over rate, a curse in which the two teams conspired throughout the match, a match which terminated this evening in that most cricket of things - a thrilling draw. Its longueurs are part of cricket's charm but this behaviour trespasses into taking the piss out of the paying public. So get a grip, there's good chaps.