Bob Woolmer R.I.P.

If it wasn’t sad enough that Bob Woolmer, the former Kent and England cricketer and coach of the Pakistani national team, died at the tragically young age of fifty-eight, the sense of loss, most keenly felt of course by his wife and sons, can only have been compounded by the recent, almost unbelievable, revelation that he had been murdered.

It goes without saying that I wish the Jamaican Police every success in their investigation into the circumstances of this appalling crime.

I just hope that they identify those responsible as soon as possible.

When they do, I hope the savages in question are invited to join the Jamaican section of Lord Phillips’ geriatric lifers club. It would be no more than they deserve.

Another year older...

Once again, a number of days have passed since my last submission. I would normally - somewhat unconvincingly - claim pressure of work as the culprit for my lack of productivity, but I can offer no such excuse on this occasion.

No, the past week (and particularly the weekend!) has seen me celebrating my birthday in, shall we say, traditional style and as a direct consequence I was unable to see straight, let alone type…

So, no excuses this time, just a good reason!

Better late than never...

Despite finishing my last post with the promise that I would return before the New Year dawned, I signally failed to do so. On this occasion, I have no excuse, other than seasonally induced idleness.

In any event, may I wish everyone a very Happy New Year, even if it is already a few days old.

Merry Christmas everyone!

In case I don't have the opportunity to blog again until after the Big Day, may I take this opportunity to wish my loyal reader a very Merry Christmas indeed.

I will be back with more less-than-festive offerings before the New Year, but until then, my very best wishes to you and your families.

Thanks, son...

Before I launch into my maiden posting, can I take this opportunity to thank my son, who will be fourteen in a fortnight, for actually creating this blog. Without his dizzying skills on the keyboard, it simply wouldn't exist and I therefore wouldn't have the chance to offer my two-penn'orth on the various topics of interest to me, other than by simply commenting on the submissions of others.

Thanks, son, I'm sure you'll remind me of this the next time we have, erm, shall we say 'words.'

This Royal Throne of Kings