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Mick Jagger and Trevor McDonald
By Will last year, mid-April, 1 Comment »
Not a headline I think I’ll ever have to type again but, who knows, maybe they’re best buddies. Here are two Knights of the realm; Mick Jagger:
And here’s Sir Trev “bong” McDonald:
Photos courtesy of Ryan’s brilliant photostream.
1 Comment »Aus broadcasters court Mick Jagger for coverage
By Will 2 years ago, at the end of October, 2 Comments »
The Australian television company Channel 9 are in talks with Mick Jagger who, they hope, will make “cameo appearances” for their coverage of the forthcoming Ashes. Brilliant.
I am more a Beatles man than a Stoner - my mate is a huge Rolling Stones fan - so I’ve never been into his music much. But anyone who likes cricket as much as he does (apparently he requests live feeds of any cricket which is being played whenever he’s on tour) must be a damn fine fellow. Thinking of him commentating on the Ashes I’m reminded of that fabulous series Stella Street, a spoof show depicting a whole load of celebrities all living in the same street. These included Michael Caine, Des Lynam, Sting, Al Pacino, Jack Nicholson and Jagger. And Phil Cornwell, one of the most underrated impersonators to have drawn breath, did a brilliant takeoff of Jagger. Get it, it’s superb.
I always enjoy hearing who will be commentating on the Ashes. It’s such a big deal for TV companies that they’re desperate to out-do eachother and steal a celebrity name. The only Australian I know of who Sky Sports have recruited is David Boon. Imagine Boon and Jagger…that could be fun. Boon, Jagger and Tony Greig would be even better!
2 Comments »Wisden’s Wormsley 2006
By Will 2 years ago, mid-May, 7 Comments »
So here’s Wormsley. Sir John Paul Getty II built it after Mick Jagger introduced him to cricket in the 1980s, and his interest quickly turned into an absorbed fascination about the game. Of course, being the son of one of the richest men on the planet enabled him to construct perhaps the most idyllic ground imaginable.
I arrived there not knowing an awful lot about the place, and was amazed to see it was hidden among his 3,000 acre estate. A chap from Empics told me that he owned the surrounding land “as far as the eye can see” which, given we were 30 miles outside London, is quite astonishing. It goes without saying that the M40, which is perhaps five miles as the crow flies, couldn’t be heard at all.
It began with bacon sarnies and coffee, at the ungodly hour of 10.30am when most of Cricinfo is rising from their slumber. And with breakfast out of the way, the Pimms and rum were soon wheeled out by waiters and waitresses who tended to our every need! It was quite unbelievable; I’m not really comfortable with the whole waiter/waitress thing. It’s normal at those sorts of events, and I’m sure they earn more than enough, but it’s nevertheless a bit weird.
No matter, though. I soon recovered from my anxiety at being offered free alcohol, and took full advantage. Meanwhile, some people even played cricket, including the venerable Jenny who took the unusual, but by no means unique, warmup method of downing several cans of lager.
So much fun was had, watching CFOs, CEOs, Financial Execs, Marketing Execs and some bloke who I swear was pregnant, bat, bowl and field with remarkable inadequacy. Having not played for ten years, I opted out of making a complete tit of myself to turn my rusty arm over in the nets. It wasn’t pretty; in fact, it was downright ugly. It took me 18 balls (three whole overs to you and me) to find a length, and not one of them turned. Back to the tent, then, for more Cobra and Pimms and to meet Patrick Eager, who was just wheeling out a lens so expensive that I felt honoured to be sitting two deckchairs away from it. I’m sure you all know Patrick’s work. Suffice to say he’s a bloody decent bloke to boot.
And there we have it. Perks of the job, eh? I’ll stick some more photos up tomorrow.
Mick Jagger will be my neighbour
By Will 2 years ago, mid-March, 3 Comments »
Self-confessed cricket-nut, Mr Mick Jagger, is looking for a house in Barnes. Now, I like Barnes - it’s a bit like a village, without Village People - but I’d find it hard to imagine Jagger would want to live so far away from Lord’s. I mean, it’s at least 40 minutes. With all the money he has, wouldn’t he be better off living closer to St John’s Wood?
On similar lines, my friend recently met Jade Jagger, Mick’s daughter. I still hold out hope that one day I’ll be able to interview Mick and grab m’self an exclusive! So Mick, if you’re reading, gimme a bell and I’ll buy you a house-warming pint in Barnes.
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