Off On One Again

A blog of no interest to anyone apart from me. Highly egotistical. Somewhat ironic that once upon a time people kept diaries secret. Now we publish to the world, even if no-one is listening (or reading). This may include stuff on Greece, history, rugby, cricket, Health and Safety, Wales, genealogy and West Hendred. It will almost certainly include complete rants about things I find amusing, interesting or annoying. There is no guarantee that anyone will share my views!

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Location: Didcot, Oxon, United Kingdom

37, forgetful, cynical, sarcastic, would like to have been a struggling artist but ended up with a PhD in chemistry. Got bored with being in the lab, fell into Health and Safety and now can't get out of science without taking a pay cut. Rather enjoying the diversion into Environmental compliance. Unfit and terminally depressed. Lovely wife Sam - just about all that keeps me together. Son Rafferty GFX Hall born 24 Oct 2005 is growing up quickly. Greyhound (Buddy), cats (PJ and Boots), tortoises (Tinkerbell and Compost). Learning Greek at Evening Classes. Play Cricket badly for Didcot CC, haven't played rugby for years and am a little annoyed about that. According to my medical, am clincially obese. Earn far too little. Completed H&S and Environmental Diplomas

June 06, 2006

Cricketing achievement

Not really a rant, more a self-congratulatory diary entry. To set the scene:

I was playing for Didcot 2nds (they were desperate) away to Henley 3rds on Saturday. Standard 46 over match, I came in batting at No. 10 with the score on 108-8. We needed 120 for the next batting point, as we'd already figured that we had nowhere near enough runs with a weak bowling attack to come.

Anyway, after a couple of slashes and 3 scoring shots, I was on 4 after 5 balls faced. I was facing the last ball of the innings from the (rather slow) bowler who had already taken 7 wickets, with the score on 119-8. The ball was then smashed straight past the bowler for an enormous six. At least 20 yards beyond the boundary. Possibly more Babe Ruth than Michael Atherton, but who cares.

That was only the third six of my entire career, but by far the largest. I realise there are an awful lot of cricketers far better than me out there. While I'm so fat and unfit that I have lost the art of bowling (once upon a time I was a decent quick bowler), I get my pleasures where I can, and that one shot made it all worth while.

We lost badly, as they got the required 126 to win in about 25 overs, only losing one wicket on the way, but still. I took one of the positives out of it, though.

There - me gloating possibly, but when you're as crap at sport as I seem to be (can't even beat a hung-over Dan at squash, have never yet scored a try in an entire rugby-playing lifetime at centre or wing), you enjoy the small personal milestones.

Back to the mundane.

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