9th September 2007

mynah wrote:When I was arranging the interview with the Waughs I was forced to use Merv Hughes as rent boy. I'm sure no-one can come up with anything more daunting than that.

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I once got very, very drunk at the house of Sir Patrick Moore, astronomer and leg-spinner extraordinnaire, at a new year's eve party he held. I proceeded to talk complete bollocks at him for almost an hour, which he dealt with with admirable patience, then I staggered almost catastrophically into his drinks cabinet.

Good times.

I was in Perth in December 1979 when Boycott was left stranded on 99 not out. God we laughed.

I don't believe the McGrath one or the Patrick Moore one. Are we all just making things up?

I was once riding a camel through the Sahara when I met a wandering Arab. The wandering Arab turned out to be Mike Gatting. He asked me for drink of water. I gave him a drink of water. Then he asked me for some food. I gave him my last packet of dates. Then he asked if I'd give him a ride out of the desert. My camel took one look at his massive bulk and started to have some sort of convulsive fit. So I refused and left him to die.

True story.

Allan Lamb has nearly run me over about 7 times. He bought me a drink when I told him that in 'The County Tavern'.

Curtley Ambrose taught me how to bowl. He didn't do a great job, because I'm shit.

Devon Malcolm gave me a sandwich.

Stephen Crook and I did shots on his money for about 30 mins.

Only one of those stories isn't true.

I'm only writing on this one so that all 4 threads are mine!

Demelza wrote:I'm only writing on this one so that all 4 threads are mine!

Not

Swine

Tough

Mannerless swine.

taipan wrote:Tough

Tough titty.

Demelza wrote:

taipan wrote:Tough

Tough titty.

It is?

They are

I warned you about those implants.

I warned him too.....