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I work with two other Brits. And several ardent Australian cricket tragics. We are fond of the latter. This is why we had to leave the office to sing songs and leap into the air and laugh and smile. Though if I read one more 'The last time this happened I was one year old/as yet unborn/sitting on my father's knee', I may sink into a grumble. I was not quite as old as [livejournal.com profile] shocolate , and we were both proper grown-ups. Still, [livejournal.com profile] wemyss  has the kindness to have been even slightly older than that -- such a thoughtful soul.

And Cook as man of the series -- oh so true, in every way!

I have already failed in keeping up to date with birthday wishes for the year (no one is surprised), but a very happy one to [livejournal.com profile] noeon  -- may this year be staggeringly fabulous, you deserve it! Here, I feel sure that this will kick it off in the right way:

As our fave work Aussie says: 'He's like your Don Bradman. Except he's really hot.'

Happy birthday for today, too, to [livejournal.com profile] ye_olde_miss_c  -- I miss you! See you at Easter! And for yesterday to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] foi_nefaste , I hope you're having a good holiday season! Also to [livejournal.com profile] fallinskye  and [livejournal.com profile] japanimecrazed  -- I know your quiet lurkery ways mean that you're unlikely to read this, but I hope the present fairies were kind to you both. We January birthday people need to look out for each other, as [livejournal.com profile] oncelikeshari  reminds me. (You're tomorrow, I'll remember that one!)
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I work with two other Brits. And several ardent Australian cricket tragics. We are fond of the latter. This is why we had to leave the office to sing songs and leap into the air and laugh and smile. Though if I read one more 'The last time this happened I was one year old/as yet unborn/sitting on my father's knee', I may sink into a grumble. I was not quite as old as [livejournal.com profile] shocolate , and we were both proper grown-ups. Still, [livejournal.com profile] wemyss  has the kindness to have been even slightly older than that -- such a thoughtful soul.

And Cook as man of the series -- oh so true, in every way!

I have already failed in keeping up to date with birthday wishes for the year (no one is surprised), but a very happy one to [livejournal.com profile] noeon  -- may this year be staggeringly fabulous, you deserve it! Here, I feel sure that this will kick it off in the right way:

As our fave work Aussie says: 'He's like your Don Bradman. Except he's really hot.'

Happy birthday for today, too, to [livejournal.com profile] ye_olde_miss_c  -- I miss you! See you at Easter! And for yesterday to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] foi_nefaste , I hope you're having a good holiday season! Also to [livejournal.com profile] fallinskye  and [livejournal.com profile] japanimecrazed  -- I know your quiet lurkery ways mean that you're unlikely to read this, but I hope the present fairies were kind to you both. We January birthday people need to look out for each other, as [livejournal.com profile] oncelikeshari  reminds me. (You're tomorrow, I'll remember that one!)
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I see my physiotherapist on Fridays -- we've been working for over a month on making my foot stop clicking with every step. Never shatter your foot, kids! She is a lovely young woman and a cricket tragic of the highest order. On Friday, six of her clients are British. She has come to dread Fridays, the poor thing.

Last Friday, she told me that she had an offer of free tickets for the last day of the Sydney test. 'You should go!' I said.

'Nah, I think I'll pass. It may not even happen, or if it does, it'll probably be all that effort to get out there and then an hour and it's all over.'

How prescient she was. After our lads did such sterling work, I was hoping that Australia would rise to the occasion. Admittedly, 644 runs is a big target, but they had a few up their sleeve from their first innings. Nope. 213 runs and 7 wickets down.

The very worst part of it all is that I won't get to see Cook bat again.
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
I see my physiotherapist on Fridays -- we've been working for over a month on making my foot stop clicking with every step. Never shatter your foot, kids! She is a lovely young woman and a cricket tragic of the highest order. On Friday, six of her clients are British. She has come to dread Fridays, the poor thing.

Last Friday, she told me that she had an offer of free tickets for the last day of the Sydney test. 'You should go!' I said.

'Nah, I think I'll pass. It may not even happen, or if it does, it'll probably be all that effort to get out there and then an hour and it's all over.'

How prescient she was. After our lads did such sterling work, I was hoping that Australia would rise to the occasion. Admittedly, 644 runs is a big target, but they had a few up their sleeve from their first innings. Nope. 213 runs and 7 wickets down.

The very worst part of it all is that I won't get to see Cook bat again.
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The ABC's coverage of the cricket:
We made it through the drinks break, but not so far as lunch.

Ten-year-old lad: I still have hopes that we can bounce back in time for Sydney and do something there ... but Ricky Ponting's got to go.

(I was all touched by his faith at the start, then fell about laughing at his Firm Message to the Selectors.)

And Mr Brammers has spent the morning playing computer games and pretending to speak Esperanto whenever I say 'cricket'.
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The ABC's coverage of the cricket:
We made it through the drinks break, but not so far as lunch.

Ten-year-old lad: I still have hopes that we can bounce back in time for Sydney and do something there ... but Ricky Ponting's got to go.

(I was all touched by his faith at the start, then fell about laughing at his Firm Message to the Selectors.)

And Mr Brammers has spent the morning playing computer games and pretending to speak Esperanto whenever I say 'cricket'.
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or Femme or Noe ...

That goes double for you Aussies!

Commentator: Of course, in scoring a hundred, Trott scored more than the entire Australian team did in their innings.
Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mr Brammers: I thought you had fanfic to finish.
Me: You're encouraging me to write fanfic?
Mr Brammers: It's better than the gloating.

In other news, my sympathy for Ponting has evaporated with his tanty at the umpire. The wrong umpire at that. And the funniest moment of the day was the stump microphone just before lunch, capturing someone muttering, 'Fuck that, you fuckers ...' Opinion in this house is divided on whether it was Brad Haddin, the Australian wicketkeeper, expressing his frustration, or Kevin Pietersen expressing his determination.
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or Femme or Noe ...

That goes double for you Aussies!

Commentator: Of course, in scoring a hundred, Trott scored more than the entire Australian team did in their innings.
Me: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mr Brammers: I thought you had fanfic to finish.
Me: You're encouraging me to write fanfic?
Mr Brammers: It's better than the gloating.

In other news, my sympathy for Ponting has evaporated with his tanty at the umpire. The wrong umpire at that. And the funniest moment of the day was the stump microphone just before lunch, capturing someone muttering, 'Fuck that, you fuckers ...' Opinion in this house is divided on whether it was Brad Haddin, the Australian wicketkeeper, expressing his frustration, or Kevin Pietersen expressing his determination.
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It is our habit to be complete slugabeds on Boxing Day*. Which is why Mr Brammers staggered from bed and into the shower at 3pm. On coming out of the shower, with something approaching a compis mentis, he looked at the cricket on the television and asked, 'How's it going?'

'Good,' I replied. 'For me.'

He peered at the score across the bottom of the screen. His jaw dropped. 'Oh what?! Holy Mother of God!' Yep. 9 wickets had fallen for 92 runs.

In a bid to cheer themselves up, the Australian commentary team showed the score cards from the Centenary test back in 1977, where Australia also suffered a first innings batting collapse, but England suffered a worse one. Of course, I was busy laughing at Mr B through this period, so when we turned back to the telly, we were momentarily baffled as we read down the order. 'Who? What?' we said.

'Oh, it's 1977,' I said as the England card came up and I recognised names. 'I remember that era -- was there ever a more pernicious phrase in the English language than caught Marsh, bowled Lillee?'

'I'll let you know in a few days,' moped Mr B.**


* And sundry other days throughout the year when we think we can get away with it.
** A minute later Australia were dismissed for 98. The commentary team are cheering themselves up with the possibility that this is just another fabbo bowling wicket, which I would scoff at, but given how this series has been going so far ...
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
It is our habit to be complete slugabeds on Boxing Day*. Which is why Mr Brammers staggered from bed and into the shower at 3pm. On coming out of the shower, with something approaching a compis mentis, he looked at the cricket on the television and asked, 'How's it going?'

'Good,' I replied. 'For me.'

He peered at the score across the bottom of the screen. His jaw dropped. 'Oh what?! Holy Mother of God!' Yep. 9 wickets had fallen for 92 runs.

In a bid to cheer themselves up, the Australian commentary team showed the score cards from the Centenary test back in 1977, where Australia also suffered a first innings batting collapse, but England suffered a worse one. Of course, I was busy laughing at Mr B through this period, so when we turned back to the telly, we were momentarily baffled as we read down the order. 'Who? What?' we said.

'Oh, it's 1977,' I said as the England card came up and I recognised names. 'I remember that era -- was there ever a more pernicious phrase in the English language than caught Marsh, bowled Lillee?'

'I'll let you know in a few days,' moped Mr B.**


* And sundry other days throughout the year when we think we can get away with it.
** A minute later Australia were dismissed for 98. The commentary team are cheering themselves up with the possibility that this is just another fabbo bowling wicket, which I would scoff at, but given how this series has been going so far ...
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Can't post, too busy searching for the location of the real England Cricket Team and the robotics genius who masterminded their replacements.

I will find you, you fiend!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Can't post, too busy searching for the location of the real England Cricket Team and the robotics genius who masterminded their replacements.

I will find you, you fiend!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
Oh dear. England? What on earth was that?

Current theories to explain today's events include:
1. The WACA is currently the Greatest Bowling Wicket In The World.
2. England were up far too late last night following Liz Hurley and Shane Warne's twitter streams.
3. There is a God, and Mitchell Johnson is is cousin.
4. England have taken a look at the last two tests, realised there are still two to go, and noticed that things were about to become Very Boring Indeed so played today as though it were a friendly.
5. Someone is finally thinking of the day five day four ticket holders. Possibly the day three ticket holders at the rate things are going.


PS Spent the afternoon at work Christmas lunch (in pub, 30m from my house, joy!), with the cricket on downstairs. Three of us were Brits and would take the occasional journey down to see how things were going. I admit that at first there was a degree of gloating. As things worsened, rationalisation took the place of gloating (see above). Some time around five, my compatriot M came upstairs, shaking his head. 'I walked into the bar, and looked at the screen,' he told me. 'And I said "Oh, that's not good!" and everyone else looked at me and shook their heads and the barman said "It's bloody good" and I thought, ooh, wrong crowd. Wrong crowd ...'
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Oh dear. England? What on earth was that?

Current theories to explain today's events include:
1. The WACA is currently the Greatest Bowling Wicket In The World.
2. England were up far too late last night following Liz Hurley and Shane Warne's twitter streams.
3. There is a God, and Mitchell Johnson is is cousin.
4. England have taken a look at the last two tests, realised there are still two to go, and noticed that things were about to become Very Boring Indeed so played today as though it were a friendly.
5. Someone is finally thinking of the day five day four ticket holders. Possibly the day three ticket holders at the rate things are going.


PS Spent the afternoon at work Christmas lunch (in pub, 30m from my house, joy!), with the cricket on downstairs. Three of us were Brits and would take the occasional journey down to see how things were going. I admit that at first there was a degree of gloating. As things worsened, rationalisation took the place of gloating (see above). Some time around five, my compatriot M came upstairs, shaking his head. 'I walked into the bar, and looked at the screen,' he told me. 'And I said "Oh, that's not good!" and everyone else looked at me and shook their heads and the barman said "It's bloody good" and I thought, ooh, wrong crowd. Wrong crowd ...'
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How, Australia? How?? You are No Fun. Thank goodness for the second half of your batting order.
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How, Australia? How?? You are No Fun. Thank goodness for the second half of your batting order.
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I am not certain what I want to happen in the third Test starting tomorrow. Obviously England needs to win the Ashes in Australia, but if England are as dominant in this Test as they were in the last one, not only will all the excitement be over, but -- well -- it's a teeny bit dull. So I am hoping that the rejigged Australian team is actually a piece of genius selection and the remaining three Tests will be nail-biting and thrilling.

And I know that some of you are thinking what is the point without Stuart Broad? Fear not, I have four words and a conjunction for you.

Steven Finn:


and James Anderson:



(I couldn't find any pics of him with clothes on.)

Even if you are an American and have no idea what is going on, there is so much to watch for!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
I am not certain what I want to happen in the third Test starting tomorrow. Obviously England needs to win the Ashes in Australia, but if England are as dominant in this Test as they were in the last one, not only will all the excitement be over, but -- well -- it's a teeny bit dull. So I am hoping that the rejigged Australian team is actually a piece of genius selection and the remaining three Tests will be nail-biting and thrilling.

And I know that some of you are thinking what is the point without Stuart Broad? Fear not, I have four words and a conjunction for you.

Steven Finn:


and James Anderson:



(I couldn't find any pics of him with clothes on.)

Even if you are an American and have no idea what is going on, there is so much to watch for!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
England stormed to a decisive victory in the Second Test today, one step closer to retaining the Ashes, and winning in Australia. And before you Americans tune out, let me reach the woe part of this post -- Stuart Broad is injured and will have to go home to recuperate. This means we will see no more of this: 



or this



until well into 2011. [livejournal.com profile] raitala  and I believe he should spend the rest of the Ashes appearing on the fourth plinth every Sunday. He could even do his physio and have massages there. People should be able to book in for 15 minute time slots to reassure him he is still loved, and Australia House could provide some lovely heat lamps to keep everyone toasty and remind them of the weather down here. If anyone knows Boris Johnson personally, we feel he could be prodded in this direction with surprising ease!
blamebrampton: 15th century woodcut of a hound (Default)
England stormed to a decisive victory in the Second Test today, one step closer to retaining the Ashes, and winning in Australia. And before you Americans tune out, let me reach the woe part of this post -- Stuart Broad is injured and will have to go home to recuperate. This means we will see no more of this: 



or this



until well into 2011. [livejournal.com profile] raitala  and I believe he should spend the rest of the Ashes appearing on the fourth plinth every Sunday. He could even do his physio and have massages there. People should be able to book in for 15 minute time slots to reassure him he is still loved, and Australia House could provide some lovely heat lamps to keep everyone toasty and remind them of the weather down here. If anyone knows Boris Johnson personally, we feel he could be prodded in this direction with surprising ease!

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