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Wednesday 3 June 2015

The return of the armchair selectors!




So yesterday saw England lose to New Zealia and the series drawn, and within a nano second, my twitter feed was corrupted with talk of 'He who must not be named in the blog' Yes indeedy doody, straight away the problem child was being hailed as the only person in the whole universe to save England.................

Woooooooo, hold your horses boy, just hold on one cotton picking moment, this time last week Ben Stokes was the saviour of England, he was the greatest player since Ian Botham, he was the new Fatty Flintoff, he was WG Grace reincarnated......................................what happened????????

well it was the return of the arm chair selectors, that's what happened, those chaps and chapesses who  have never picked up a bat in their lives ( except on the beach) and who through the power of social media can make their voices heard.
They have one name in their heads and spew it out as soon as England do not win a match ( which of late is quite often).

What England need ( and I am not an armchair selector, I have picked up a bat, frequently, I may add for Harefield Ladies), is some bedding in time and adjustment to a new regime. England did not lose by scoring tiny amounts of runs, they fought.

And so endth this sermon.


Good news for me and all Tyke fans, if rumours and news is to be believed I WILL see His Royal Ryanness this weekend at Headingley , as there is much talk that he will be playing against Middlesex. Whooop di flipping do, I feel a tiara twirling moment coming on.


The Gentlemen of Tykeshire ( my gnomes) have got transport!!!! They have a car to get them to away games, courtesy of 'Tim's Classics' ( formally Tim'll Fix it). Timbo ( as his long suffering wife Coutness Chritine of Mc Nally will agree) has a passion for classic cars and has a garage full of them, from Fords to Mg's, Jags to Rolls Royce's. he also had this little beauty ( see above picture) and has loaned it to the 'boys' for their jaunts!
I do think that he is convinced that I have lost my marbles, but after knowing me for a million years I wonder why he never realised it before!



yesterday saw one of office boys throwing a bit of a tantrum, he had received an email from a builder stating that they wanted to arrange a meeting with ourselves and the Architect.
nothing strange about that I hear you say???

Well he started to shout and get jolly hot under the collar as he couldn't believe that mid build they had changed the architect and not told us!!!

Yes swear words were flying, my ears were bleeding from the high pitch ranting.
How did he glean this information,

email read

' We would advise that we need a meeting with yourselves and the architects ASAP'

'The old architects were called Slaters' screeched the office boy!!!!!!!!!!

I feel that I have been transported to some idiots parallel universe.

I'm a Lady get me out of here!!!!!!!!

Get me to Headingley quickly!!!!1

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