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I've just discovered that the message from Brian Wilson in the last post was, as Rob suspected, nothing but a cunning hoax. Got me, hook, line and sinker, so it did. Comes from living here in Kalimbuka, so far away from most things. I was taken in largely because I remember that, not so long ago, here in Malawi, women were banned from wearing trousers and men were not allowed to grow their hair long. Mrs M had to put a chitenje over her trousers when on the jinglamoto. So, it seemed to me that anything was possible. I must get my own back on Brian, somehow.
In the meantime, here's a lovely cricket poem, by Arnold Matthew.
"So I have heard the Aussies' parting wimper
From the wet outfield, through the vext exit gates
Come with the volleying inswinger and tossed up long hop
The shine on the ball is gone and with it the Aussies also go home Downunder."
I think Matthew really captures a scene that will likely be played out this summer.
MM III
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To balance things up, "this summer" will of course be this winter down under. That will throw them off their game.
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Of course, here in Kalimbuka there is no summer or winter (though it can get a bit cold in June). However I still think in terms of dear old Blighty when it comes to the cricket, and the sound of the first ball on willow marking the beginning of summer.
MM III
Mingin'! That poum is definitely the worst poum I've ever seen. Congratulations! Writing something that bad is really difficult. Hotboy
Hotters, with your mentoring gifts, have you ever considered a career in teaching?
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I thought Matthew did quite a good job, myself.
MM III
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