Some interesting stuff, including an elegant description of yesterday's AUS-RSA game where the "Australia bowlers were dealt a heavy snotklap (slap in the face) as South Africa chalked up a seven-wicket win"
Snotklap. Good use of vernacular!
Then I spotted the article about the end of Graeme Swann's drunk driving charge.
Leaving aside any discussion of drink-driving (a generally bad idea) or the pedantry of legal process (a generally bad idea), I was struck by some of the humour of the incident.Swann, ... was stopped near his home in West Bridgford shortly after 3.00am on April 2 last year, as he drove a white Porsche Cayenne towards a local supermarket, having arrived home to find his cat trapped under the floorboards.Sorry? Read that again?
He had had four or five glasses of wine for his birthday, and it's 3am on 2 April.
Does that make his birthday.... No really? Swanny? 1 April? I might have guessed.
Any follower of Graeme on Twitter knows he is an arch-nutter. Seriously - This is a twitter feed well worth following if you can even spell "English cricket".
But wait! There's more!
He "arrived home to find his cat trapped under the floorboards"!
Like, how did...? O never mind. Put it down to a family likeness.
And to think that Graeme is currently home "on paternity leave".
Seriously, he's been allowed to breed? Who dropped this catch?
But all the best wishes to the Swanns - both parents and baby.
And all the best for the World Cup (except vs Zimbabwe!)
And get yourself a chauffeur!
[For complete accuracy, Wikipedia tells me that Swanny was in fact born on 24 March 1979, not 1 April as I inferred. Such a pity to let the truth get in the way of a good story. And he's not even a "Born Free"!" ]
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