Much feared former West Indian fast bowler Curtly Ambrose used to refuse countless interview requests with the most statesmanlike of lines, "Curtly don't talk to no man."
Whenever Curtly took a Test wicket, his mother would rush onto the balcony of her home in Swetes Village, Antigua, to triumphantly ring a special bell to celebrate. Curtly now plays bass guitar in the reggae band, Big Bad Dread and the Baldhead.
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Where did you come across that? Do you have an interest in cricket or reggae? Neither are hugely popular in our country, are they? I detest both. Particularly, cricket. Far too civilised and genteel. All floppy fringes and cucumber sandwiches.
Possibly to my shame, I have developed something of a liking for cricket, and for some reason just googled Curtly Ambrose last night. Wikipedia provided the immortal "Curtly don't talk to no man." line, while his own site added the mother triumphantly ringing a bell anecdote. Nothing civilised & genteel about Curtly.
How bout Lee Scratch Perry's dub reggae stuff?
I'd keep that to yourself, Andrew. If overheard in certain drinking establishments it could lead to unpleasantness.
Cricket, excellent, you have something in common with myself, John Major & Roger Scruton.
i don't actually understand cricket, can't play it, but i approve of it in some sense, possibly because it seems a cross between the Japanese tea ceremony and a samurai bloodbath.
Neil is advocating an approach that won't upset the herd that frequent drinking establishments who he assumes will get unpleasant if they hear someone likes a sport that they don't.
Neil might be being a little light-hearted also.
Spot on, Anonymous. If I ever meet Andrew I will almost certainly beat him to a pulp.
Thanks, Elberry, for pointing out that he has something in common with Major and Scrotum. I may remind him of this from time to time.
What I have in common with Scrotum & Major can be summed up by, or with, or whatever is the correct preposition, the words, Two Legged Mammal.
Though admittedly someone like David Icke might even debate the two-legged mammal common ground. And when one sees such a botched job as Gordon "NWO" Brown in action, who can say Icke mightn't have a case?
Face it Andrew, if you met Scruton and Major down your local you'd find yourself easing out of your boiler suit and into a set of spotless white cricket clothes. i can just see Scruton, oiling his bat at you, and Major winking as he rubs his ball. Oh yes, you'd join them, you cricket lover you.
And i would too.
On reflection, perhaps I better knock this cricket thing on the head.
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