I had a right whopper of a hangover this morning, drank some Greek stuff that didn’t mix well inside me with the Guinness, I remember dancing with some oul one from Trinidad, boy could she move for her age, she had me knackered after five minutes, but all in all a great night.
We don’t do much cricket over here Gummy, a few doctors and lawyers occasionally mess about with bats and balls on their days off, otherwise cricket would be completely unknown to us Irish, horses are our big thing, we’re good at breeding great racehorses and the jockeys to ride them.
I know absolutely nothing about cricket, and I only know one cricket joke which I shall now inflict on your good selves.
A team of archaeologists were excavating on an ancient site in Yorkshire when one of them came across a cricket ball, he was very excited as he showed it to the team leader who thought it very peculiar, so he told him to move on a few yards more to see what else he could find.
Half and hour later he discovered another cricket ball and brought it to his boss who said it was most unusual and told him to try going another few yards.
About an hour later all was revealed when yerman shifted a clump of grass and picked up a castrated cricket.
Put that on yer bat and whack it!. I know how passionate some folks can get about sports so I’m completely neutral, may the best team win is all I can say.
Here’s Jiminy Crickets reaction after he heard the joke.