Yesterday afternoon was great – or not so great, if you take the score into account. I took myself to the cricket match in the park again. My team, the Blackheath mighty 8s were playing against a team I never caught the name of. Apart from missing two or three overs while I nipped home for supplies, I was there from start to finish and thoroughly enjoyed it. While my Australian pal James wasn’t there (away enjoying the antiquities of Rome apparently) we had great laugh; I really like the banter. I as a great afternoon in a south London park, although, to be brutally honest, ‘we’ were outclassed: the mighty eights batted first, and were all out for 66. The opposition made their 67 in about 23 overs and with the loss of only one wicket. The problem, I was told, is having been promoted up a league last year, Blackheath now face much stiffer opposition. Mind you, it wasn’t quite as bad as the scorecard makes it seem: just a bit more luck, a few early wickets, and it could have been a completely different story (or so I was told). The score aside, it was nonetheless a great day, out in the park with my cricketing friends; I really can’t wait for their next abysmal loss