My guest for the day was Charley “The Gent” Malloy. My last visit of 2008 saw Charley walk off with my tie.
When I reported the loss to my mum, she informed me that the correct etiquette in such circumstances would be for me to inform Charley that the tie was to be considered a gift.
Charley, being a gent, sent me a splendid silk tie as a reciprocal gift last autumn when I told him that the tie I had lent him was his to keep. After a certain amount of searching, I found that very tie to wear.
Perambulating at lunch, Charley and I played catch to stretch our legs. I felt my fielding form was restored more readily than his.
We returned to the pavilion after lunch, but the sun moved round and Charley was after more. We relocated to the Mound Stand.
I spotted Gareth Berg’s tattoo and guessed that it was Hindi. Charley, always contrary, thought it was Chinese. I asked Gareth and he said that actually it was Hindi – his name in Hindi in fact.
Charley and I returned to the pavilion for a final drink before ambling off, ties resplendent, east and west respectively along the St John’s Wood Road.