Sunday 9:56 p.m.
Amazingly blissed in the meditations today. I like it when it gets dark around half eight. Some trees are showing signs of brown. Already. I like it when the footie starts again. I feel as if I've turned a corner.
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Reading between the lines, I think you're rejoicing that the footie season spells the end of the cricket season.
Albert? Everyone knows the creekit is fixed! It's harder to fix the footie!! Hotboy
I say!
It's not the end of the cricket season yet, but due to those bounders bowling no-balls at predetermined times, it may be the end of the Pakistan team for a while, and possibly the one-day fixtures featuring that team.
If so, could you write to the MCC and tell them that the Kalimbuka XI is ready, willing and waiting to take their place. I'll open the batting and bowling, along with Doviko. Wilson is the stumper. Could you also enquire whether Casper and Farley, the guard-dogs, will be allowed to field at long leg and short leg respectively? If not, perhapps you'd like a game yourself. I believe the bonus for a win is about £30,000
MM III
Mingin'! I'm sure the MCC would accept your kind offer! If Albert is allowed to perform his world famous, prostate massage dance, with the feather stuck up his bottom on the periphery of the action, I think I could offer my services as the bookie's runner, the joe who collects the bets before running out of the stadium. I don't think anyone would notice me doing the dash with the dosh while Albert was performing. Either that, or it's ten percent off the top! Hotboy
"allowed to perform?"
I refuse to perform the acclaimed prostate feather dance without payment up front. Or at least up the back.
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