If I god was a stand-up comedian then we'd be the punch-line. Once again the day was largely fine, a few patches of clouds and a few spots of rain notwithstanding, and so twenty-odd Remnants diligently made their way to Fitz for the early 5:30pm start. And it was at almost precisely 5:30pm that battleship grey slid over the ground in much the same ominous way that the huge Star Destroyer hoves into view in the opening shot from Star Wars. Just as we were about to toss up some rain began to accompany the lightning flashes and, unfortunately, it set in over the next half hour, dousing the ground and rendering the ground unplayable.
Words can't even begin to describe the cruelty of the fact that, once again, the rain came at precisely the right time to ruin our cricket game, whilst also biding its time to ensure that we'd all have to come to the ground and no have time to reorganise our evenings. That did at least mean a chance to stand, beer in hand, shaking our heads as the Fitz playing fields were, now, bathed in the most glorious sunshine. And out there in the middle Jim Higginson was practicing his leggies on the soggy ground, expressing so well in actions what all of us felt.
