For those leaving cricket, if you pick football, I suggest @jonawils, he isn't funny & he can't write, but he's ever so handsome in reply to jonawils2 days ago
Can those who take anything Shane Watson seriously please line up against the wall and say their last wishes... 2 days ago
If there was a hell, I'd have a suite there... 2 days ago
It seems like Matty Hayden is now selling theme park tickets to the kiwis.
Sportreview doesn’t like this, you can read all about why he doesn’t like it here, but the gist is, he thinks it is a bit shit and he’d like to take the piss.
So, his competition is to see what you can photoshop in behind Hayden to properly take the piss.
According to the rules, “Points will be awarded for 1. being funny and 2. making Hayden look like a twat.”
And then you can send in your work to richard (at) sportreview dot net dot nz and if he likes it he’ll put it on his website.
There is a prize, an equally shit DVD no one has ever heard of.
“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.
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.