There’s been a slight case of queue-jumpery here and we apologise. But it is with good reason.
Several of you said that you wouldn’t be contributing Stanford match reports because you weren’t watching the match. We asked for Stanford match reports for a reason. We want to document true cricket lovers’ experiences of the $20million match.
Our friends Harry and Romina came over for dinner. Catriona and I decided to cook something relatively simple, so it was chorizo paella. In the afternoon we went to Majestic to buy a case of beer and a case of wine. The man wouldn’t let us try the wine we wanted to. I scowled at him, but he still wouldn’t let us. We got a case of some Chilean red plonk in the end and a case of St Peter’s ales.
Harry and Romina turned up at the wrong station at about 7.45pm, in the middle of X Factor and since it was hoying down, I drove out to pick them up. Harry broke the wing mirror off the car by slamming the door too hard.
We got in, watched what was left of X Factor, drank some ale and ate some nibbles. Harry has had a lifelong aversion to snack food, notably crisps, but encompassing nuts and twiglets and the like. So we had small pork pies – the king of finger food – with mustard.
We had dinner, followed by treacle tart with custard. Romina is French and had never had treacle tart before. She approved greatly. We then drank a bit of wine and had a bit of a lounge around and a chat. We watched the goal of the month competition on Match of the Day. Then we drank some Ricard and listened to some iTunes. We decided that we might try and hire a cottage in the Hebrides next year some time for a long weekend.