Every year the PM asks several of his more flexible Cabinet Ministers, a few Australian international cricketers, and a bunch of up and coming kids, country bumpkins and blue heelers from local cricket teams around the country to attend Cabinet to make very important decisions on which the fate of the country rests, drink some tea, and then finish off the day with a spot of cricket. Some of that is the truth. What is this, Watergate?
And they all said yes, that would be lovely thank you, so we had a match on our hands, old sport. And the blue heelers did good. They didn't beat the England cricket team - no less - but they made it to the end almost. And they mostly returned the ball to their opponent after each over, but only when they were given a treat. Kids these days.
I love my cricket. I haven't been to a live game before, unless you count the time my mum took my sister and I to the MCG and we had to listen to the moronic alcoholics in Bay 13 for eight hours.
A lot of females I know think The Cricket is a big bore, which is rich coming from people who think watching 'how to paint roses on your toenails' Youtube videos is a fascinating way to while away the hours.
Next up in my new busy, busy cricket calendar is the Big Bash League final, which Canberra will host in a few weeks. Muchos looking forward to that.
The fact that the other More Important Cities of Australia are being denied the final warms the cockles of my heart. It really does.But Canberra is gonna need a bigger big screen. Perhaps start with one from the 20th century. While you shouldn't need your binoculars to see replays on the big screen, frankly my dear, I don't give a damn. All right Mr DeMille, I'm ready for my closeup, but not on that tiny bigscreen. If you build a new one, they will come.
I'll be back.
