Tuesday, 21 July 2009
Cakes n Cricket
Something weird happened at work today. It was someone’s birthday and as is customary the birthday girl bought some cakes – lemon cupcakes yum (you don’t look a day over 21, D). So, the desktop was looking like a bakery and I’m standing there chatting to someone...picking at a bunch of grapes.
I actually ate the grapes and didn’t give the cakes a second thought. AAAAAAAARGH. What is going ON?
In order to offer some balance back into my diet, I a) rushed to the nearest loo and washed my mouth out with soap and then b) drove straight to KFC for a 3 piece Colonel’s meal.
(the England team experience the pain of not beating the Aussies at Lords for 75 years)
Caught a little cricket on TV the other day. Something or other called The Ashes. Andrew Flintoff, sorry England versus Australia. We Scots don’t really do cricket. We’re way too busy running up and down the hills in kilts, chasing haggis and shouting “Och aye, the noo” on a continuous loop.( It’s tiring, but fun and allows us to burn off all that deep-fried food.)
I only watched for like a minute before the yawns threatened to dislocate my jaw. But that was long enough for new information to reach me and it struck me that only the English would have a sport where a break in play was denoted by the word “Tea”.
It occurred to me that if the Scots had come up with this game the break would have been known as “Whisky” . Much more civilised methinks. And you wouldn’t have to eat those pesky cucumber sandwiches with a dram.