I like it, I want it, I'll take it off your hands...

On Friday my bro, father & I went on a pilgrimage to that most holy of places, Lords. And took the water. Possibly the severe weather warning should have been a clue. I have never seen rain like it in this country. The outfield was standing water & at one point you couldn’t see the far stand. My little bro suggests we go to a pub. Don’t worry, he has directions to a good real ale pub & we can get a taxi.
There are no taxi’s. He gets confused about which pub we are seeking. So instead of looking for our nice real ale pub he’s searching for ‘a pub that specialises in Japanese beer (???) and Grolsh (ugh) but has attractive art deco furniture & a selection of paintings by local artists. Fortunately he does not find it & we finally arrive, sodden, at a respectable little boozer & grab the last table. By the toilets. Which my Bro uses spectacularly. They are forced to open all the doors & windows in the place. So we settle down for a long afternoon. Only to be informed that they are resuming play at 2. We scarcely have time to consume three pints before we grab a taxi back to the ground for a fine afternoons cricket.

In the evening we return to Chelmsford & pop into the con club (I know, but it’s a good club & my need for cheap beer outweighs my social conscience) for a swift several. Big Boy Chad arrives & we play cribbage with the legendary Peplow. Not once does he have the right number of cards in his hand. It’s a unique comic experience.

All in all, a grand day out