Time to get this write-up lark done too...
Right, so I managed to get a reasonably nice early night on the 5th (just gone midnight) and it's a good thing I did, as I awoke at 7:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. Shortly, too, I received a text from my namesake conveying that there was a change of plan: I was originally going to pick him up in Exeter, but because of "a bit of an emergency" (I'll leave him to tell you what that was if he wishes) I now needed to pick him up from Taunton. So, having packed the kit, the camcorder and the lunch, I headed for the M5. Found the location (Murco off J25) without any great difficulty, thankfully, though I think my namesake may have panicked a little when he saw me with the bonnet up - I'd forgotten to check my coolant so I did that in the car-park at the garage. We got his kit in the back seat and he managed to extract his sat-nav, which would come in decidedly useful later. The rest of the journey to Birmingham was without incident, and we managed to find Anna's place with surprising ease. Only unfortunate thing was, when we rung the doorbell she wasn't back yet - her train didn't get in for another 20 minutes or something, her housemate reckoned. So we returned to the car, I had lunch, and then my namesake got a call from Anna saying her case had broken and could he go and carry it. I finished lunch then headed for the pub we'd arranged to meet at - but having met them on the way we went back to the house anyway, and I feeling generous agreed to make it a half-and-half case-carrying. Got to the house, sat around for 10 minutes or so watching MTV Base, BBC1 and ITV1. Mat Mitchell's train wasn't getting in for another short while so we sat around a little longer. Anna managed to arrange for him to get a train to Selly Oak, and the two Richs went to meet him. We stood on the platform for 5 minutes, before finding-out Mat was supposed to be meeting us in the pub. So we took the bridge over the railway and upon emerging off the platform on the other side, sure enough, found him standing there, cricket bag and all. We trekked off to the pub, finally, and Rich Hingston was kind enough to get the round, taking a Red Bull himself after his looooooong night. Anna joined us, and we sat for half-an-hour or so, my namesake deciding to order some food too, talking occasionally of CW members and antics in years gone past. I confirmed Neil Pickup's ETA, and eventually we motored off to meet him in the Edgbaston car-park, extracted our not-inconsiderable kit and headed for the indoor school.
We took to the changing-rooms (not used last time) and got into cricket kit. Naturally, the first name on the batting card was to be R Hingston, with A Butler at two, M Mitchell at three, N Pickup four and R Dickinson off the bottom. Cameras had to be set-up (we had just a single tripod) and then we were ready to bat. The first ball was bowled by M Mitchell, with R Dickinson 2nd. The batsman looked in good touch, just one problem - he kept getting out, often hoist by his own petard as the new-ball he'd provided swung nicely, for Dickinson and Mitchell at least.
The first batsman had the longest innings despite these dismissals, playing for both cameras present for much of the time. The batswoman then took to the crease, cracking less attacking strokes, playing and missing often but not actually getting out very often. Then it was the turn of the famous outswinger to take to the crease (and not myself). He found himself in the wars, struck four blows as the junior Rich present elected (or perhaps not) to test the middle of the pitch, one which had plenty of bounce, so much of it that even the 5ft-not-much of myself was getting head-high bounce with little difficulty. That bounce was tested to the full as the final scheduled batsman took to the crease. Preferring to back to leg, the bowlers preferred to aim for the body than the stumps, though the batsman's ability to avoid coming to blows was moderately impressive.
We were finally joined by a cricket-playing housemate of Anna's, one whose legspin proved a little wild, but who eagerly took the opportunity to bat, and put the rest of us to shame, striking crisp blows off short and full deliveries, and rarely looking like getting out. Much filming and analysis was done, especially by The Esteemed Ginger One, who was morbidly concerned with the position of his back-foot, seemingly unaware that he could get a 120% perfect back-foot position and it'd still place his bowling nowhere above Club Sixth XI level. I finally realised for the first time that my shirt was perhaps a little long to do effective analysis of the sort of stuff I want to analyse - another shirt will be added to my shopping-list for the new season.
We finished the nets on time, and Neil and Mat departed soon enough, having to get back to Warwick and Oxford. We took Anna and Jon (IIRR his name) back home, and the two Richs headed back south.
Thus was the story of the January 6th, 2008 CW meetup. An uneventful one by recent standards.