OT For the Brits - re the Ashes

I agree Mel - and really enjoy a country one day match. Watching grown men play in the hot sun for five days while being serenaded by either the Aussie fans or the Balmy Army (sp?), and then having the match end as a draw . . . . . . no thankyou. I'd rather watch the locals "go after it" in the last five overs of the day and join both teams for a BBQ after.

I got the Q&A in an email from an ex-CO and let him know that my Brit friends were "upset" by it. His reply -

"Well, if they can't take a joke, they shouldn't have started a country using "criminals" "

rofl

I will wish the English team luck in the third match (but please don't tell the other Aussies, I might be deported back to the "Mother Country")

Another from my ex-CO. He must think you liked the first one lol

Ashes 06 - an indepth look

Flintoff: (Warehouse Stock Coordinator): If he ever has a day off sick, the place will fall apart. Or to use a cricket analogy: if he doesn't take all the wickets and score all the runs, it's just not going to happen.

Harmison (Creative Director): Big reputation, big salary has to be carried by rest of the team.

Watson (IT Manager): Offers key solutions to all problems but keeps crashing. Hamstrung by software problems.

Warnie: (PR Director): Always on the phone, always spinning something, always out for long lunches. A genius. Regularly embarrasses himself at the office Christmas party.

Pietersen (New Business Manager): The young bull, poached from rival company, who can star on occasions but ego might be a problem.

McGrath (Production Line Manager): The 70-year-old manager who just can't let go and you know what, is still better than the kids out of uni trying to take his job.

S. Clark (Assistant Workflow Manager): Not rated, hangs around in the warehouse, and you suddenly realise he's been single-handedly holding contracts together for the past 12 months.

Langer (Accounts): Accident-prone 67-year-old veteran with a head for figures. Refuses to retire. Somehow keeps up with changes to GST and other tax legislation. Likes martial arts.

Martyn (Retail Manager): The irritating but smooth bloke you're always trying to get rid of but customers love him and he sells just enough to keep his place.

G. Jones (Office Assistant): The PA you feel a bit sorry for because he has no idea, but the boss likes him and will give him time to develop. Who knows? He may even make a competent middle manager one day.

Lee (Sales Executive): The face of the company with a big laugh, a flash car and charisma to burn. Does he ever sell anything? No idea.

Ponting (Managing Director): There were early question marks over his commitment and longevity in the company, but he's matured and now is responsible for more than half the company's turnover all by himself, while also managing the office.

Giles (Assistant Marketing Manager): Been at the company for years, nobody likes him, nobody rates what he does. Must have compromising photos of the boss to keep his job.

Vaughan (CEO): Allegedly in charge but hasn't been seen around the office for months. His shadow remains.

Bell (Accounts Manager): The university graduate with the Rhodes Scholarship who has now been with the firm for more than a year, lords over the blue collar workers but is yet to actually deliver when it matters.

MacGill (Marketing Manager): Annoying worker who wants to be PR Director but can't get a shot at the job. Request for office car and phone rejected. Attends Anger Management courses.

Panesar (Intern): Always smiling, keen, energetic, model employee. Strangely overlooked for promotion at every turn.

Hair (Company Secretary): Recently retrenched (suddenly). Last seen being led from the building by security.

Well, they are, at least impartial >gg< Getting better, Cheryl! . In message , CATS writes

BTW it was over 100F here in Melbourne and they still went out in the midday sun and played cricket.

What can I say!?

errr.... you average Australian *is* of British blood - they are just more used to the temperatures there ;-)

I only know it from an old Noel Coward song (which I think was written more about the British in India than Australia).

And as an Aussie I hesitate to say this - but could we be considered "mad" (not dogs, just mad!). The English are never considered "mad" - just eccentric.

Ah well! It's the heritage, PAT >gg< . In message , Pat in Virginia writes

"Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun" is the repeated line in a wonderful Noel Coward song. The full lyrics are terrific. You can probably still find them on Google (with the above + Lyrics). It's worth a look for a good laugh - and you have to read them/sing them with an extremely posh-sounding, English voice for best effect! . In message , Pat in Virginia writes

ah now *that* I can do.. a posh voice is the easy bit getting the tune right is harder

In message , CATS writes

Only the upper and upper middle classes are eccentric. The same behaviour in lower middle classes would be described as mad and the working class would be criminal.

Or, as they explained in "Yes, Prime Minister", eccentric is one of those irregular verbs. You know, I have an independent mind, you are eccentric, he is completely 'round the bend. ;-)

rofl

Good catch, Kathy >g< . In message , Kathy Applebaum writes