Doing the decent thing
There’s not enough gentlemanly conduct in cricket any more. We don’t mean fair play when we say that. We mean proper, Victorian gentlemanly conduct.
Back in Victorian times, life was about doing the decent thing. It was especially important to do the decent thing if it required an extraordinary amount of effort and no-one stood to benefit. In many ways, cricket is ‘doing the decent thing’ in its purest form.
We’ve recounted two tales of Victorian gentlemanly conduct over at Cricinfo. No-one’s really interested, but that doesn’t matter, because at least we have done the decent thing in writing the article. Now for some gin.
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We have read two chapters of A Last English Summer and cannot quite work out what all the fuss was about
Everything alright Sam? You look awfully confused and frightened, going by your display picture. I can only assume that that well meaning distant uncle of yours had actually molested you when you were a child and you had just heard of it from your parents who had chosen to brush it off because said uncle always get jolly after a gin or two and this is nothing to worry about and STDs aren’t really a stigma anymore.
Or it could be something terrible. I don’t know.
i’m fine thanks DC. just a bad day at work. your horrific scenario puts it into perspective though. thanks.
Being surrounded by a stream of complaining, accusative, moaning, griping fucking idiots – That’s exactly what I thought journalism is cracked up to be.
Very excellent stuff, Oh Kingly One. You do seem to be on especially fine form when writing about cricket and cricketers of that bygone era. In fact, one might almost think you admire the period immensely, and that you sometimes wish you had been alive to see it first hand.
Also, that you are a secret Victoriana fetishist who dresses in tight bodices, corsets and crinolined skirts when alone.
And a bonnet.
Quite – and of course back in that era the king was a queen, which perhaps tells us alot about KC’s predilections, or then again, perhaps nothing at all about them. But Freud might have made something of someone going by the name of “King” who hankers after an era when royalty was most definitely feminine.
Both stories are mint.
By which I mean excellent and humbug!