6/6/15 10.15 pm I cycle from my home in West Norwood to Crystal Palace Park. About ten minutes, most of it uphill. My legs never enjoy the uphill thing, but this time they somehow intuit that this is not a one-off, merely the prelude to a long night of activity. They chide me gently. “Are … Continue reading I like to ride my bicycle. Sort of.
The silent thwack of imaginary leather on non-existent willow; the ripple of notional one-handed applause; the hypothetical murmur of appreciation at a fine piece of fictional fielding or a dazzling Schrodinger's catch. Yes, the Metacricket season is here again. In recent weeks it has become clear that I don't belong to a cricket club any … Continue reading Metacricket
It was that perfect day. People — a lot, but not too many; a sporting event — exciting, but not too important; London — beautiful, but… Ah, you see, there it falls down. Because London was almost too beautiful. St. James's Park had the kind of perfection that has God sitting back in Her lounger, … Continue reading Not So Vicious Cycle
I blame my friend Dave. A few days ago he wrote the following on Facebook: “There was a young gymnast called Tweddle…” Now, I recognise a gauntlet when I see one. Those of you on Facebook will be familiar with most of the ensuing output, although there are a couple of new ones. You have … Continue reading Olympericks