cricket with balls

Most of that is true.

One time CWB writer Andrew Fernando has started a blog.

His latest post is about him describing Satan to a little kid:

“Around two years ago, a kid that I looked after asked me what I thought Satan would look like if he took human form. I thought about it for a while and gave a somewhat descriptive answer. “He would be of average height,” I said, “maybe even a bit on the short side.” “He would be pretty hairy, have dark, devious, squinty eyes and a permanent dickhead-like expression that made you instantly dslike him.” “He would also definitely be Australian,” I added. My young companion concurred.”

Andrew has also managed one of best first blogs of any cricket blogger, in that he ignores cricket and talks about Kate Winslet.

So get over there and check him out.

More importantly than Andrew’s blog is the fact that my book has made its film debut.

Ahmer Naqvi has made a student film that is all about being locked in a room.  Compared to some student films I have seen – often made by me – this seems pretty handy.

You can see my book being read with boredom at the 1:44 mark, or in the animation with Shahid Afridi at 3:30.

The Room from ahmernaqvi on Vimeo.

Sure this is a lazy post, but I am working on the magazine, so shit happens.

I found this at the newest picture cricket blog, planet durham.

It isn’t just about Durham, I promise.

Coming over here.

Taking our jobs.

Taking up our bandwidth.

Breathing our air.

Marrying our women.

Taking our blogs.

And, now, threatening to take our awards as well.

I didn’t even know that there was a category for ‘Greatest Number of Expletives Per Column Inch’, or ‘Most Gratuitous Mention of Bryce McGain in an Article’, but apparently Jrod has been nominated for some kind of award by the National Sporting Club. Which makes the rest of the socially inept munchkins who inhabit this place very proud of him indeed. Especially as it is for Best New Writer at the British Sports Book Awards.

Of course, when the old buffers who nominated him realise that (a) being a Victorian doesn’t mean you are over 100 and (b) he doesn’t own a suit, let alone a tie, he’s toast. But we’re very happy for him and hope that this might actually push sales of The Book into double figures.

Who knows, you decide.

To vote in the rest of the categories go here.

Oh, and Merry Christmas, or Hanukkah, or merry Friday.

Have the best Friday you can have, I’ll be back on Boxing day.

The miCoach cricketblog (the big kahuna of cricket coaching sites) needed filler material for their latest podcast.

They turned to me.

That is nice of them.

If you want to hear it click here.

If you listen to the whole thing you are a braver person than I am. We talk about my book, coaching, family and christmas.

I tend to waffle on stuttering my way through long analogies I have forgotten the point of.

But I do bag Greg Chappell’s coaching.

I had trouble getting it to work in firefox as well, just try another browser if that is the case.

PS: If anyone does listen to the bit where I talk about Victorian legspinners, the player I meant was Craig Howard. If you are reading, Craig, sorry. Can’t believe I forgot your name.