For the last few days I have been battling against a tidal wave of depression that is about to engulf me. After weeks of desperately staying stoical whilst searching five day weather forecasts in pursuit of anything resembling a warm dry day, I have now caved in and given up. Two weeks after the start of the cricket season our ground at Oakley resembles the Somme, remaining totally unused, with this weekends fixtures at all age levels already ...
My old mate John pointed out to me that I had been a bit harsh to pensioners in a recent blog titled "Why Does a Deluge Follow a Drought" where I said that old people bullshit about summers (or indeed winters) not being what they used to be. This was not meant as a nasty comment or indeed a harsh one, it was just a personal assessment that as we all get older we become nostalgic for periods in history that were only brief but tend stick in the ...
Following the dry winter and the exceptionally warm March, everyone is now dragging out the unused raincoats again and this weekend will see an arctic plunge of air that will have The Daily Express penning headlines about ten foot snow drifts that will kill pensioners in their sleep. This, of course, is just a couple weeks after they laid claim, without substance, that the British spring would be hotter than any other in history. If you had ...