Let’s go round again

charley says

There was I, sitting quietly on the patio with a nice glass of rosé from the vineyard of Gérard Depardieu, when le chat blanc comes up to me and – in a scene very reminiscent of the “Charley Says” public information films of my childhood – said to me: “meow-awo-eeow!” Well, in the short time le chat blanc has been here, I’ve discovered that it pays to listen, because you might learn Something Important!

Le chat blanc was asking me if I had thought about putting up a new page, with this being the intermission between the West Indian Test series, and the Pakistan Test series. And then there was something slightly garbled*, which I took to be a reference to Bob Willis.

Continuing in the same vein, le chat blanc went on to remind me that we really need to thank both the West Indies team and the Pakistan team for coming over this summer. For without them, there would be no Test cricket to follow. And then something about Hope and Glamorgan, but that was totally incomprehensible**.

Well, I thought that this was a splendid idea by le chat blanc, and as we all enjoyed the the first round of Test cricket, I thought the best thing to say was: “let’s go round again.”

Le chat blanc had not heard that tune for quite some time, so I put on some of Dundee’s finest funk. Le chat blanc also appreciated the change from Charlie Parker***, Thelonious Monk and Stax on the turntable, and said I should put the tune up on here for everyone to enjoy. As the saying goes: “you do not train a cat, the cat trains you.”

*I will admit that I’ve not yet fully mastered all the linguistic intricacies of le chat blanc, who seems to have a strange mix of Greek, French and meowing but I grasped enough to pick up ‘Bob Willis’.

** I’ve yet to break the news to le chat blanc about Marnŵs fach not being available.

*** I’ve not yet explained to le chat blanc that Charlie Parker was known as ‘Bird’. I fear for my vinyl collection should I broach the subject and the linguistic calamities that would entail.

Red 2, Standing By

The traditional fifth-anniversary present is wood, so here’s a bit of wood.

 

This blog was born five years ago today, on 22 July 2015, in more innocent, unknowing and naive  times.

The very first comment was from Galactus, at 20.03 BST (the blog is set to GMT):

Galactus, checking in, This is fun! It sounds like ‘Red 2, standing by’.

All previous pages are on here, so you can box-set-gorge it at your leisure.

 

Since then, there have been:

1,826 days

165 pages

181,203 views from 157 different countries (not sure what ‘view’ means)

12,793 visitors (not sure what that means either, but maybe individuals’ daily log ons)

43,943 comments.

I have no way of finding out how many different people have commented on here, but thank you all.

 

The very first page had no title because I hadn’t worked out how to do such complicated things as titles and didn’t realise a greyed-out word meant you had to substitute it (what happened to ‘text goes here’?), so when I look for it, it comes up as “”. Here it is (it looked a bit different back then):

https://romeoromeotango.wordpress.com/2015/07/22/3/ (One of my favourite bits is mes calling it an ‘overspill blog’.)

and the story live-blogged from the Guardian of how it came into being is here:

https://discussion.theguardian.com/comment-permalink/56202829

 

I and the White Cat would like to thank everyone who has contributed, sending in photos, posting crap 90s music videos, proper blues, soul, Stax and Emmylou videos; sharing their fears and aspirations, worries and feelings, and successes and failures, and especially to Rog and Pettsvaldo who made material improvements to the blog. If cricket is a metaphor for life, this blog is a metaphor for cricket, especially County Cricket (live!!! or dead).

This page is for anyone to say whatever they want, as always, but is not meant to supplant https://romeoromeotango.wordpress.com/2020/07/07/time-for-some-cricket/ which is the current page. This one is for people’s thoughts etc. about the blog itself and its existence.

 

I’ll start… Er, no I won’t.

You start.

 

 

Time for some cricket!

sans-titre

I’ll be having a go at ‘guest editing’ the blog. I do have my own wordpress blog, set up during Lockdown, which I want to get up and running at some point. But as a practice, Romeo is letting me guest edit here for a while. So if things go a little awry, please be nice about it.

It would appear that after a short* hiatus, we have some cricket scheduled for tomorrow. Although we also appear to have rain forecast… Typical.

sans-titre

(h/t to Wegie for the image of the forecast)

Most of you know how to contact me if necessary. If you don’t, then shout and we’ll sort something out.

Mes

Bonnie Banks

Loch Lomond, looking south from Ben Lomond

By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

Chorus:
O ye’ll tak’ the high road, and I’ll tak’ the low road,
And I’ll be in Scotland a’fore ye,
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.

‘Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o’ Ben Lomond
Where in soft purple hue, the highland hills we view,
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.

Chorus

The wee birdies sing and the wildflowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping.
But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again,
Though the waeful may cease frae their grieving.

Chorus

(There are different sets of lyrics.)

The song dates back at least to the Jacobite Rebellion.


I’d thought of doing ‘A Question of Sport’ with Cliff Morgan as a theme and picture but there’ll be enough questions as it is.

 

A call out: anyone who has photos of landscapes (or seascapes) near them, or ones which mean a lot to any of you, are invited to post them on here, either directly or via an email to me where I can convert it into a format that’ll come up. I’d love to see them, or indeed any photos of your local environs.

County Championship. At Home.

Subbuteo
Imagination required

We’re supposed to be into the first day’s play of this year’s County Championship but it ain’t happening.

When I were a lad, when my brothers and I couldn’t play sport (because it was raining or dark) we used to play Subbuteo, and so, it appears did OldPendle, to whom I’m very grateful for the new page’s photo. We had the cricket and rugby sets as well as football, as did he, and I agree with him they were actually pretty rubbish games compared to the football but still.

OP found his cricket set in his attic, and I think mine/ours is in the garage in Wales but I’m not certain.

Following on from ‘What were you up to in 1979?’ in the last page, and the Apollo 13 as-live thing which I’m following and am determined to get to the end of, these blasts from my younger days just keep coming, reminding me of happier times.

So, what kept you entertained when you couldn’t be outside playing when you were a youngster?