*Official* CW English Meet-Up

[Richard]

You simply must arrange a CW Yank MU sometime.

Better still, arrange a convoy of the lot of you (C_C excluded) over here!

 

[Fusion]

You simply must arrange a CW Yank MU sometime.

Better still, arrange a convoy of the lot of you (C_C excluded) over here!

Would love to do that but it would be very difficult. The distance is far greater here. I mean if Turb were to meet up with us, he'd be traveling to another country! If I were to drive to the Eastern states (let's say to the city of Philladelphia to meet SS) , it would take around 16 hours. Unfortanately a CW North America meet up is very unlikely.

 

[nightprowler10]

Would love to do that but it would be very difficult. The distance is far greater here. I mean if Turb were to meet up with us, he'd be traveling to another country! If I were to drive to the Eastern states (let's say to the city of Philladelphia to meet SS) , it would take around 16 hours. Unfortanately a CW North America meet up is very unlikely.

Actually it wouldn't be too bad for myself, Turd, FRAZ and maybe even SS, as Toronto isn't a bad drive from Philly and only 10 hours from me. You and Sanz would be tough of course.

 

[Matteh]

I'd like to point out that it was CW MU #2 of 2007.

 

[Richard]

Ind33d. Forgot about Nath's "Personal Ad" - didn't help that he posted a separate thread ITBT.

 

[Richard]

Actually it wouldn't be too bad for myself, Turd, FRAZ and maybe even SS, as Toronto isn't a bad drive from Philly and only 10 hours from me. You and Sanz would be tough of course.

Was thinking more sp713 than Sanz, TBH. Not to mention Anil. And you forgot about Akhil! Though I don't know where Cali fits into that scale...

 

[Matteh]

For maybe the next half-hour we sent down deliveries at him, using 2 balls, one of which never remotely deviated off the straight, the other which enabled Mitchell and myself to bowl massive hooping outswingers and Howgate to (when he bowled seam instead of his wristspin - which positively should be all the time) get his booming inswinger going.

Think i'll take a couple of pictures of those balls and post them up here tomorrow. Should explain just why one was swinging an absolute mile and the other wasn't.

Frankly i was getting pissed off at that one ball because i'd land it in a good spot, but after it bounced it'd swing off a mile making it look wide as.

 

[andyc]

Finally I tired so badly that even that was no longer possible, so we retired to sit at the end of the net and talk about the great site that is CW.n, a favourite topic being this post and indeed this member at large, but few escaped the powerful set of eyes that was this unique combination (the relative newbie, the inlaw-within-the-outlaws, and the power-hungry he-who-has-encountered-most-in-his-38,000-posts).

When Borcich was being discussed, how did you pronounce his name?

 

[Craig]

Update:

In Bordeaux right now, still up for a meet-up on the 1st, but I lost my mobile in Paris so I have no phone to be contacted on. Will send an e-mail to Richard and when I get to England I should have a phone sorted. Just give me the number again and I will get hold of you.

Merci!

 

[The Sean]

Ah well... here goes then...

After packing the requistite stuff (laptop, camcorder, bottles of water) the previous evening, in addition to finding directions and printing the map, I took to bed early (midnight) to allow myself the odds-on of waking when my alarm rung at 7:40 (5 mins fast) the next day. To my eternal astonishment I was successful, and not merely fell asleep easily enough but woke at the prescribed time. I lay for maybe 10 minutes then dragged myself up, took breakfast, chucked my cricket bag and my sister's (borrowed) backpack in the car along with the Elton John, Darkness, Coldplay, Oasis and B*Witched tapes, took my morningly shave, got Dad to test the tyre pressures, tried (and failed) to solve the windscreen-wiper problems which allow roughly half of proper visibility in rain (which formed about three-quarters of the journey up there) and set off. The rain rained heavily, but I worried not, and without once going over 70mph ( ) took the long trek up the M5. Mitchell texted me about halfway there after spotting my post saying "I hope someone spots this post" telling me of rendezvous plans. I hoped I'd find it easy.

I left the M5 at the intended junction, onto the original A38 to Birmingham. I followed this road - not completely sans-difficulty - to New Street Station. I parked, took 3 consecutive free-20-minute-parking tickets (I had no change to pay for the non-free ones), a trick I was to repeat later in the day, and went to investigate. Sure enough, the intended rendevous place was easy enough to find - now I returned to the car to wait until the trains pulled-in (the latest was scheduled for 12:30, and I'd arrived at around 11:45, a bit earlier than I'd thought was likely having allowed for mishaps which did not happen). I waited, then returned to the WH Smiths in question, grabbing me a Burger King special (large fries and onion rings ) on the way, eventually found Mitchell, Crampton turned-up immediately afterwards, and at length Howgate spotted us.

We didn't speak for an estimated 10 minutes 43 seconds, but eventually found the ground, parked in an illeg-er, 100% legal car-park, trekked with bags through the drizzle to the ground. We knew, of course, that play was going to be off for the day so we went to the Indoor School to ask about a net. We were told the next one available was at 3of the clock (just over 2 hours later) so Mitchell offered to buy a windball to play with on the handily-constructed KwiK CricKet field that appeared to have escaped our notice a year earlier (we had then preferred the car-park, which had laid scene to the legendary Pitt Affair Mark 2, which had seen Dickinson and Pitt conspire to fail to attempt to return a ball from over a fence, but instead throw it into the fence, and have to repeat the attempt). We took guard in an ill-advised area (there was a with-gap fence behind us and the tarmacked area within range of Crampton's booming cover-drive) and bowled a few overs before I suggested maybe moving to another area with a solid fence behind and a clear outfield around most of the area. It was agreed, and we moved the bags. Fortunately, the drizzle (which had several times threatened to stop play) ceased soon after this, and I managed to get my outswinger going beautifully on occasions, being desperately close on one occasion to a hat-trick. Even more remarkably, I survived 4 overs before being stumped (on the presumption of a perfect wicketkeeper, the customary rule in said game - and quite damn right, too) off Crampton's bowling.

The game ended when a Beamer from Mitchell (well over head-high, about twice as high as Crampton - who was on strike - 's head) cleared the backboard, and the fence behind, travelling into the garden beyond. After some brokering, Mitchell elected to find a place to climb the fence, enter the garden, and retrive his ball. This was achieved with surprising success, and another (polythene) ball was added to the collection, which I kept as a souvenier of the day, along with the video of Matteh Mitchell's Mission. We elected to finish at that point, then go for some food at the familiar haunts of the previous year. We returned to the car with bags, deposited them in the boot, and travelled to Saj's Kebab House (or similar). I had eaten so was not bothered, but we entered, and had to endure surely the most stupid, obnoxious female in history yelling at anyone and everyone behind the counter and seemingly wasting 20 minutes for absolutely everyone. Eventually, Mitchell and Crampton managed to get served, so us 3 went outside for them to eat. After about 30 years, Howgate finally got his, too, and we returned to the car to go back to the ground. This time we parked inside, fully aware that there would be a cost. We parked near the school, went inside, and waited for our net. After The Youth Of Warkwickshire had finished, we took the lane assigned to us and Crampton padded-up. For maybe the next half-hour we sent down deliveries at him, using 2 balls, one of which never remotely deviated off the straight, the other which enabled Mitchell and myself to bowl massive hooping outswingers and Howgate to (when he bowled seam instead of his wristspin - which positively should be all the time) get his booming inswinger going. One particularly impressive one castled Crampton all ends up, and would surely have done for many better batsmen, if possibly not the exiled Dominic Ostler, netting in the next set of lanes.

Eventually, Crampton finished his knock and Mitchell batted. The difference in class was immediately apparent, but nonetheless Mitchell's strokeplay was of times impressive. At length I became exhausted and retired to principally working the camera. The fact that my camerawork is infinitely superior to all others' will be demonstrated when the footage is posted, given that almost all the decent snapshots feature bowlers other than myself (I have just two decent ones of me bowling!!!!!!!!!!!) Crampton finally had to leave us, so we said our goodbyes, and eventually retreated to impressions. Howgate's were decent, but not a patch on mine. Finally I tired so badly that even that was no longer possible, so we retired to sit at the end of the net and talk about the great site that is CW.n, a favourite topic being this post and indeed this member at large, but few escaped the powerful set of eyes that was this unique combination (the relative newbie, the inlaw-within-the-outlaws, and the power-hungry he-who-has-encountered-most-in-his-38,000-posts). Eventually, we found we had to return to New Street, and (after a mishap or two) did, so as Mitchell could take his train. Howgate's was not for another hour, however, so the laptop had to come out. After examining the infamous Big Night In that the two of us plus a certain Aseem AKA Turbinator had enjoyed a month or so back, we discussed a few more members. After I had seemed to damage my car, I recovered the problem, and Howgate left to catch his train. I found my way out of Birmingham - with one mishap - and travelled the M5 home. A time of 1 hour 50 minutes, as I say, is surely some sort of record, but it must have been due to forces outside nature as I not once exceeded 70mph, again.

That, my friends, is the story of British CW MU #2 of 2007. More to follow in the coming weeks, once again involving that no-longer-so-mysterious fellow they know best as sledger. And that infamous Dickinson and his sidekick Walsh, of course.

Sounds great mate - if you lot ever make it down London way, let me know.

 

[Richard]

When Borcich was being discussed, how did you pronounce his name?

Borechitch.

 

[Richard]

Update:

In Bordeaux right now, still up for a meet-up on the 1st, but I lost my mobile in Paris so I have no phone to be contacted on. Will send an e-mail to Richard and when I get to England I should have a phone sorted. Just give me the number again and I will get hold of you.

Merci!

As posted several times in this thread () 07800920853.

 

[Craig]

As posted several times in this thread () 07800920853.

Saved

 

[Magrat Garlick]

Borechitch.

Borčić ftw.

 

[PhoenixFire]

Sounds like good fun, wish I could have gone.

 

[DCC_legend]

I'll probably be there next year tbh.

 

[Matteh]

Think i'll take a couple of pictures of those balls and post them up here tomorrow. Should explain just why one was swinging an absolute mile and the other wasn't.

Frankly i was getting pissed off at that one ball because i'd land it in a good spot, but after it bounced it'd swing off a mile making it look wide as.

This is the one that refused to swing. It looks like that with the cracked lacquer on both sides.

The 'shiny side' on the ball that swung too much.

The 'other side', looks faded, is rougher and didn't shine back the flash. Pretty obvious why that one swung a mile.

 

[Craig]

Will be in Exeter today at around 2.15pm.

Have a 12.05pm train down.

 

[Richard]

Sound as. Fancy meeting up today?

 

[Craig]

Yeah. I arrive at Exeter St Davids. You can't miss me really. If you see somebody wheeling a black Giant bicycle, that'll be me.