After yesterday's conversation about falling out of love with the Arsenal, I started

[Ash]

As with the flying, a sense of relief, I think. I mean, who needs to go through all that effort? :shudder:

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

[Sir C]

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

Exactly so, a. No, there's no way I'm spending hours and hours training and practicing and travelling and performing. Instead, I shall head out onto 't fell and walk up fúcking mountians for 8 hours a day.

Haha, as I was driving over Buttertubs Pass from the Yorkshire Dales to Cumbria I noted with pleasure that someone had amended the 'Welcome To Cumbria' sign to read, 'We come To Cum'.

[Ash]

Exactly so, a. No, there's no way I'm spending hours and hours training and practicing and travelling and performing. Instead, I shall head out onto 't fell and walk up fúcking mountians for 8 hours a day.

Haha, as I was driving over Buttertubs Pass from the Yorkshire Dales to Cumbria I noted with pleasure that someone had amended the 'Welcome To Cumbria' sign to read, 'We come To Cum'.

Um, yes, that did occur to me, but at least on the fells I only worry about matters of existential survival like getting lost in mist and falling to a terrifying death, and not whether the effing drummer is going to turn up.

Odd things, people.

[Burney]

I feel much like that about playing in bands, which I will likely not do again. How did I ever find the time and energy?

I sometimes look wistfully at my cricket bat, but realistically, I won't ever be picking it up in anger again. But that's a purely physical thing. That makes me briefly sad, but then I think about flogging around the outfield on a hot day and feel a lot better.

[Sir C]

I sometimes look wistfully at my cricket bat, but realistically, I won't ever be picking it up in anger again. But that's a purely physical thing. That makes me briefly sad, but then I think about flogging around the outfield on a hot day and feel a lot better.

Consider also a Tuesday night in November. It's dark, it's cold and it's damp. We have Leicester City at home in the league. We're 3rd in the league and going well; tonight could put us second.

You're really quite hopeful and excited as you open a the second bottle of ordinary claret and thrown another log on the fire whilst awaiting kick off...

[Monty92]

I sometimes look wistfully at my cricket bat, but realistically, I won't ever be picking it up in anger again. But that's a purely physical thing. That makes me briefly sad, but then I think about flogging around the outfield on a hot day and feel a lot better.

Why would you not play cricket again? Aren't you only, like, 40-something?

I now play 7-a-side football every Monday night with a bunch of local Faversham types (including two ex cons) who only ever seem to go to London to see their mates box in unlicensed fight clubs in Bethnal Green.

They've nicknamed me "Pull back Paul" due to my prediliction for a by-line cut back. I almost burst with pride

[Ash]

Why would you not play cricket again? Aren't you only, like, 40-something?

I now play 7-a-side football every Monday night with a bunch of local Faversham types (including two ex cons) who only ever seem to go to London to see their mates box in unlicensed fight clubs in Bethnal Green.

They've nicknamed me "Pull back Paul" due to my prediliction for a by-line cut back. I almost burst with pride

I see what you did there. Very good.

Still, slightly better than your nickname on here. Which I have course never used.

[Sir C]

I see what you did there. Very good.

Still, slightly better than your nickname on here. Which I have course never used.

Is it Bignose? It's Bignose, isn't it?

He really does have a remarkable nose.

[Burney]

Why would you not play cricket again? Aren't you only, like, 40-something?

I now play 7-a-side football every Monday night with a bunch of local Faversham types (including two ex cons) who only ever seem to go to London to see their mates box in unlicensed fight clubs in Bethnal Green.

They've nicknamed me "Pull back Paul" due to my prediliction for a by-line cut back. I almost burst with pride

Because I'm 46, my eyes have gone and I played at a reasonable enough standard that I always swore I wouldn't be one of those old ****s who hangs around playing in the stiffs with kids and similarly ancient types. Plus, everything in cricket apart from the batting and the banter is either shít (fielding) or I'm shít at it (bowling).

And are you sure they aren't calling you 'Pull-back Paul' because they've noticed you're circumcised?

[Luis Anaconda]

Because I'm 46, my eyes have gone and I played at a reasonable enough standard that I always swore I wouldn't be one of those old ****s who hangs around playing in the stiffs with kids and similarly ancient types. Plus, everything in cricket apart from the batting and the banter is either shít (fielding) or I'm shít at it (bowling).

And are you sure they aren't calling you 'Pull-back Paul' because they've noticed you're circumcised?

The eyes did for me as well - never wanted to bat in glass and couldn't wear contacts comfortably. Plus as you say, fielding with a hangover