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Author: James French
The Televisor
Ninety-two years ago, and to a limited audience, ‘The Man with the Flower in His Mouth’ became the first piece of televised drama. This three-character, Italian drama, set in a railway […]
One Brings Another
Unadorned, but resplendent, she sits in the golden summer light. She may have travelled a long way, but she arrived and now waits to record triumphs and adversity for years […]
The Long Wait
Winter, for cricketers, is a curious season. By the end of the Summer, thoughts of turning out for another game in the increasingly bitter September winds are tough to overcome. The […]
A Game of Margins
Cricket is a game of margins. The thin white line of the crease marking, the barest nick off the edge of the bat, the run chase down to the final ball […]
And So to Bed
For those looking out from the Pavilion at Garboldisham on that late-August evening, waiting for their turn to bat, it was clear that the end of the season beckoned. Somewhere […]
The Emergence of Youth
For the wise and the elderly sat on the high bench in front of the old, ramshackle pavilion, caked in the patina of the years, nothing is more delightful to […]
Rain Stops Play
Unsurprisingly the damp weather we have all experienced in May and June, despite being good for a lush outfield, has curtailed a few fixtures for all levels at the Cricket […]
It’s Cricket – but just not as a we know it.
The traditional smell of willow and leather, freshly mown grass, and the enticement of a Vitoria Sponge at tea is now mixed with that of Aloe Vera hand sanitiser and […]