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I’ve just survived two weeks in my wife’s delightful home town, Grodków, located in the Silesian Lowlands of the Oder basin, the administrative seat of Gmina Grodków. If you’re a regular reader of my (somewhat irregular) blogs, then you will … Continue reading
I’m at my friend Alsira’s pool. I’ve just done fifty lengths, shaken the water off, and bashed out fifty press ups. The lifeguard is impressed and asks me how I got on in Paris? ‘Pretty well,’ I reply, ‘Until my … Continue reading
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Yesterday evening I found myself with an hour to kill before collecting the wife from the airport, so I switched on the telly, hoping to find a spot of cricket. What I found instead was the BBC 6 o’clock News, … Continue reading
“To play county cricket,” Sir Gareth Sobers once said, “you have to love eating salad three times a day.” Is it salad that drives so many cricketers to end their own lives or is it the game itself, as cricket … Continue reading
