Tooth and nails
08 August 2005. 1 comment. Inspired by Lord Frederick of Edgbaston.
Nails. When the cricket gets that stressful, I'm chewing on twenty a day, which requires a fair amount of flexibility and the removal of some lower ribs. As wickets tumble and the commentary burbles on, I'm chainbiting, leaving discarded ends in ashtrays and dustbins. Filthy habit, I know, but what other option do I have? Now they only have four days to grow back before we start again at Old Trafford. Like everyone else, by the end of the summer I'll be hammering the keyboard with two bloodied stumps. And it's worth every mouthful if I can have many more moments like the one I had alone on Sunday morning, kneeling in my pants, fists clenched, hollaring at the blank wall as the radio commentary screamed "is he... yes HE'S OUT!"
Less disturbing for your visual imagination, two updates on previously noted things: Roy Greenslade further discusses the phonecam journalism scenario, and Jamie Kane, the Beeb's fun alternative reality game aimed at teenage girls (free to play!) and written about back in the day, is now finally up and playable. I've heard talk of this being the first of many interesting things in the development shed, so go play, and help give them the numbers to justify a bigger toy box. It's rather good, too.
Update: Jon has a rather wonderful tale of not being there, seeing it or hearing it.
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Ditto Old Trafford, without the relieved whoops at the end.