Richie Benaud died this day. A great cricketer, a great commentator and a man who could wear a pink shirt with enormous distinction. What a loss.
What a time to be handicapped by lack of access. Enormous strides on every front, action in every arena.
Malcolm died. In the westerns the big question is boots on or boots off. That’s not the question that springs to mind with Mr Fraser.
He died fairly poor. No one seems to have dropped a pig farm or apartment building in his lap. And his investments didn’t do too good. He seems to be the only recent prime minister short of a quid.
He should have asked his little mate, Robert Mugabe, for a handout. Robert owes a lot to Malcolm, he has the best health care money can buy, President for life, a fortune. I wonder if Zimbabwe will be thinking of big Mal as they pop him in the hole.
Malcolm is praised on all sides of politics. The principle is very much along the lines that everyone gives pleasure, some as they arrive, some as they leave. He is much praised by some for his open door policy towards refugees. Few remember that the vast majority of refugees admitted during his administration were assessed abroad and welcomed, with visas in hand, through the arrival halls of our airports. Recent Labor/Green policies can lead only to tragedies on our shores such as this one.
But don’ applaud it may cause anxiety or give offence. Jazz hands is the go. Feminist jazz hands that is. Not sure how you do that …
The climate is changing. Warming is going apace, especially in the Northern Hemisphere, further evidence should any be needed …
Although it does seem to be getting colder in Victoria.
Good news for the poms, the warming alarmists may be wrong about the gulf stream. Their dire predictions that global warming would cause it to weaken and bring about another ice age has not been supported by those actually measuring it. The weather may remain clement long enough for them to practise their cricket. Speaking of which …
The World Cup moves towards a climax. I was reduced to listening to the New Zealand South Africa match on the radio. Kevin Peterson was among the commentators, I guess he’s the only England cricketer still in the antipodes, if they had selected him to play the rest of them might have stayed a little longer. What a game. Shame that one team had to lose. Who will win this arvo?
This is the beauty and cruelty of the five-Test series: there is no hiding-place for a player to flounder ashore, as in a three-Test series … One of those ‘Chinese cuts’ vividly illustrated the latent devil in this pitch … It was not only England’s bowlers who made the ball talk … such was his desire to consummate his life’s ambition. But he swept across the line, and was not bowled, but fulfilled.
Floundering ashore, perhaps without your bollocks, whilst they are back in the water discussing your life’s ambition with a devil of a Pacu or two, an ambition now never to be fulfilled … so sad.
But on a brighter cricketing note, Judge Dharmasena is hearing the case of a man accused of stealing a watch. The CCTV evidence is unhelpful and there are no witnesses. After lengthy deliberation comes a guilty verdict. “I just thought he nicked it”.
Tim Blair draws our attention to some of the great sledges.
Those were the days, weren’t they, when we could joke about cricket rather than be the joke …