lacey i see so many kids standing around in long pants and shirt,red in the face because they are locked away all winter,for they were not good enough to play winter sport,or the fact mummy was worried about these poor kiddies catching a cold. then dad, the yesterdays hero,says boy,i know what you can play,play cricket.
so now its summer and this poor pasty kid is being roasted, all bloody day long while mum drinks wine from a cask sitting under a big arse tree giving her the most relaxing shade. now this kiddie stares at the drunken wench which he used to call his mother....cricket destroyed this once happy family