spendius wrote:I think they should ban the triathalon.
It gives masochism a bad name.
Surely there are quite sufficient variations with the usual practices. And it's a bit watered down having it in August.
Still-it's quite good watching the ladies change from the swim to the bike from the comfort of the sofa.
Is that better than watching lady sprinters removing their tracksuit bottoms then getting to their marks?
I think so. It's more reader's wives. And the camerawork is not as slick.
And they are in a hurry too. Every second counts.
Like Frank Harris said- "Your awkwardness excites me my dear".
But hey- one man's meat and all that.
Actually I'm a Rubens man myself. I prefer ladies, especially pink chubbies, looking relaxed and comfortable and not trying too hard.
Spendius's good point - well done, S!!
What a bunch of sexist baaaastaaards you all are (not you Clary - of course)
But I must admit, that me and my beloved daughter, call male athletes lining up to take position on the starting blocks 'packets on parade'... so we're just as guilty.
Btw, Clary, I'm experiencing a bit of a life blip at the moment - anything positive in the stars for me?
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pm me your bdate again, smorgs and I'll see - I cleared out my mailboxes I'm afraid!
I'll do it for you smorgsie.
You're knackered.
I'm knackered.
Most of us are knackered.
50 are you? That's really knackered.
First thing to recognise is the fact. You can do nothing with illusions. They melt away as your grasp at them.
Look at Joan Bakewell. She used to be the thinking man's crumpet.
She should be swanning around in a country estate by now, like Duchesses do, and supervising cooking steak and kidney pie for a toff.
She comes on now looking like an Egyptian mummy. She's realy.really knackered and can't see it.
I used to see my grandma asleep in the sun in a deck cair with her mouth wide open, but not as much as her knees. She looked elderly as well she might but she didn't look daft.
Or at least she didn't until I blew a pea at her or fired my cap-gun off in her ear.
I'm not knackered, spends
You're not knackered either.
And I'm not 50 'till the 8th of Feb.
I've got a relative who's had so much electric shock therapy, we call her 'plug in Mary' and always make sure we sit her next to a socket. Now THAT's knackered.
On University Challenge tonight, they said cricket bats were made out of ash?
Manchester won btw.
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Ash, my God.
Maybe they were thinking about trophies lost.
The sound of leather on...ash? The fools.
smorgs wrote:
On University Challenge tonight, they said cricket bats were made out of ash?
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From Wikipedia......
......"The bat is traditionally made from willow wood, specifically from the Cricket-bat Willow (Salix alba var. caerulea), treated with linseed oil. This wood is used as it is very tough and shock-resistant, not being significantly dented nor splintering on the impact of a cricket ball at high speed, while also being light in weight. It incorporates a wooden spring design where the handle meets the blade."
I would've thought that Jeremy raised an eyebrow when he read out the answer.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cricket_bat
Apart from one very famous aluminium bat, which was outlawed when DK Lilleee tried to use it in a Test match.
dadpad wrote:
Apart from one very famous aluminium bat, which was outlawed when DK Lilleee tried to use it in a Test match.
That's only because it had a screw top on the handle, and was filled with Swan Lager.
Denis Lillee had signed a big contract with the manufacturer and had a % riding on it.
It was discussed beforehand and they could find no rule disqualifying it.
So out he went with the cricket world agog to see what would happen.
He took guard, middle I should think, and the bowler ran in fairly fast, though not as fast as Denis did subsequently, and when he played a half-bat defensive stroke to mid on a sound rang around the hushed ground which caused a mass guffaw.
The umpires consulted and ordered Denis to get a bat which didn't bring the game into disrepute and after some stamping around and glaring he threw it from the crease to almost the pavillion steps, which was a distance of 60 or so metres, such was his rage.
The aluminium bat was said to be superior in every respect except that it just didn't sound right.
I love cricket.
Three thousand, nine hundred and thirteen not out, which is more than can be said for "our" batsmen.
(batsmen English, thread British)
Good morning, McT, if I may break into the Cricket Thread for a moment to offer my Tuesday Greetings.
spendius wrote:...a distance of 60 or so metres...
I thought it was only us cold hearted materialistic atheistic scientists who used the MKS system. Suggest you go back to rods poles or perches if you are going to talk cricket, or better still chains. Happy new year.
Happy New Year to you Steve!
Clary wrote:Happy New Year to you Steve!
Hi Clary. Bloody windy here. My sunshade has blown over. I blame the manufacturer for not clearly stating its unsuitable for use in the middle of a winter gale.
So would I, you could sue... the puzzling fact remains, why did you have it up in a winter gale?
Steve-
I was being polite. I didn't think materialist, atheistic "scientists" who read the Guardian would know what yards were.
Perhaps I have misunderstood "New Men". Yards are in congruence with fox-hunting, housewives, pre-marital chastity and a few other things which I might be better not mentioning.
Metres are in congruence with wine drinking, sunshades, reduced sperm counts, foreign holidays and soft furnishings.
When in Rome I thought.
Sorry.
