While there's very little to laugh about these days, with such depressing headlines and worse to come, Scrobs, as is his wont, reverts to humorous writings by some of the funniest citizens past and present!
Over the years, I've collected most of Michael Green's books, starting from his Coarse Sport series, and now giggling though his two autobiographies!
This is the sequel to his first hilarious volume of his early life, 'The boy who shot down an airship' and one short passage has me laughing out loud every time I remember it...
It's a description of a somewhat hopeless cricketer friend of Green's, who, like many of us, just enjoyed the game, possibly without ever scoring, or doing anything else on the field for that matter!
So this character, Alistair, having scored yet another duck, strolls back to the pavilion, and asks the scorer, 'a little crippled lad', how many runs did he score! The scorer, Dave, who was also the team secretary and clerk, looks up and exclaims, "Blimey Alistair, you didn't get any, what made you think you did"?
"I thought I hit a four in the first over" Alistair says hopefully, and Dave would double up with laughter and say something like, "If you ever hit a four Alistair, my prick's a blowlamp"! Everyone present would dissolve into hysteria!
And just typing this has got me chuckling uncontrollably to myself...!
