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I can’t be bothered
By Will 2 years ago, at the end of November Add your comment below
You can always tell when there’s a one-day series involving England. I stop bothering with anything. I lose the will to live, and certainly lack any inspiration for this wee blog. Even if they win, which they seldom do, the matches come with such mind-numbing regularity that no sense can be made of the madness. Likewise when they lose, writing about them is like trying to explain to your cat the meaning of life, in perfect knowledge that all he can here is “mahh, bleh gnurr fnarr. MOUSE.” Nothing makes any sense.
Least of all, ladies and gentlefolk, Ian Bell. Another mouse. “Just what is the point of Ian Bell?” an incensed text message buzzed yesterday afternoon when he blocked, prodded and bored his way to nowhere. It’s a curious, unanswerable conundrum: just what purpose does he serve, other than to amuse us with his rolled-up sleeves and attempt to feign machoness?
I’m being unfair of course. But one-day cricket turns my mind into a garble of flavourless jelly, and I don’t even want to eat it.
Still. India look flipping awesome at the moment, so all is definitely lost.
Tags: england, ian-bell, india, one-day-cricket |
5 Responses to “I can’t be bothered”
November 25th, 2008 at 5.36 am
November 25th, 2008 at 10.32 am
just a punt, but I’m guessing you watched the episode of ‘frasier’ yesterday morning, the one with the dog psychiatrist…?
November 25th, 2008 at 10.58 am
Never seen Frasier, no
November 25th, 2008 at 11.20 am
I’m totally on board with Will’s view of ODIs. I love cricket; obsolutely eat, breathe and sleep it, but when England play in their pyjamas I lose all sense of self-worth and of direction in my life. I know I SHOULD be interested and SHOULD be up at 3am tuned into Radio 4LW while still under the duvet – but it’s like trying to swim in pool full of treacle, it just saps the energy out of you (I’m guessing by the way, I haven’t actually swam in a pool of treacle……..I don’t even like treacle, but you get my point).
Tests matches are when my brain wakes from its slumber. Actually, even England losing in Tests doesn’t depress me too much just because it means I have a Test to follow/watch/listen to!
The sooner the Indians wrap up their 7-0 drubbing the better – bring on the Tests, I want to live!!!!!!!!
November 25th, 2008 at 10.42 pm
Fair do’s guv’nah… First up, check it out – it’s highly recommended as a work of televisual comic genius. Second, the episode in question concerns Frasier (radio psychiatrist) mocking the length his father goes to in order to ‘cure’ his beloved Jack Russell, Eddie, who appears to be suffering from depression. Frasier, an unrepentant snob, pooh-poohs the notion that a dog could possibly benefit from psychiatric treatment and naturally rubbishes the ‘expertise’ of the dog psychiatrist… (as does Chopper Reid here):
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=1EY7lYRneHc&feature=related
…At a certain point in the scene in question, the dramatic POV shifts to Eddie, who hears nothing but a stream of gibberish punctuated by the odd mention of his name, an identical gag to that in your opening paragraph. So, an unintentional coincidence rather than an adaptation (I didn’t mean to suggest there was any plagiarism).
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