It was reported on the BBC London News last night, that Essex County Cricket Club are negotiating to play their Twenty20 games at the Olympic Stadium in Stratford in East London.
This is a brilliant idea, as if they get the marketing and ticketing right, I’m sure that they’ll get a whole load of new people to go to the cricket.
Remember, as we saw in New Zealand recently, you can play the Twenty20 version of the game in a rugby or football stadium with a drop-in wicket.
Imagine too, England against Australia at Twenty20 with 70,000 supporters looking on. Now that will be some game!
It will happen, if for no other reason, there is no other way in the UK, to get that number of people to one of the greatest and longest rivalries in world sport.
This quote comes from this article on the BBC web site about Canberra.
When C and I flew round Australia some years ago, we didn’t go to the city. I seem to remember some Aussie wag saying there’s nothing to see that would interest a tourist.
This article, entitled “Australia’s new non-drinking puritans” caught my eye on the BBC web site!
Who’d have thought it?
This story from the Standard shows how confused the urban fox is these days.
Remember that foxes are not native to Australia, although they have been introduced, and I actually saw one in the middle of nowhere at Goondiwindi.
So the boots being Australian didn’t know how to protect themselves and give the poor animal a good kicking.
It’s about time we got real about foxes and realised that they are dangerous vermin.
Basil Brush has a lot to answer for!
This story is a classic Australian put-down for sports worst cheat.
So it’s only a hoax, but everybody got the joke.
I took this picture in Leeds on Saturday.
Someone must have won a gold medal at the Olympics. But then Yorkshire did better than Australia!
This story in the Telegraph, this morning is a gift to all good sports reporters, who like to make papers entertaining. The second line sums up the report.
When he can drag himself away from his shaving mirror David Campese has long been known as the journalist’s best friend.
Where would newspapers be without characters like David Campese?