That wonderful, magical photo of me in my element. In my happy place. The one that brings back memories of the ripper 24th birthday party of my beloved then girlfriend, and now wife, the beautiful @White_Wig (It's been nine years together now, there's every chance this could work!).
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| The Henty Cricket Widows Club, the lovely El, the light of my life @White_Wig, and the gorgeous Aimz. I love ya all! |
"Nice one Whitey, is that you PLANKING???"
Well, if I was, then I was ahead of my time. Innovative. A pioneer. I blazed the planking trail in March of 2008 and recently the phenomenon has become a worldwide smash hit. No need to thank me, it was just me doin' my thang.
Or not. You see, it's not entirely difficult for big and burly mates to decide at any given party that they want to pick up Whitey and put him on a freezer. It tends to be one of the occupational hazards of only being five foot eight tall, and weighing 70 kilos when soaking wet. I've been put on roofs. I've been put on bookshelves. On extreme(ly drunk) occasions, I've been known to be the ball in a game called "Catch a Whitey", a game in which participants take turns throwing and catching me in ever more hilarious ways until somebody gets hurt. It's not a game for the faint of heart, or for the person who is the ball...
And in amongst this I've learnt one thing; to swim with the current and to go with the flow. If a freezer is where I'm deemed to belong, then I belong on a freezer. With a can of Scotch. And a sharp tongue, directed at my assailants. You want a piece of the Ox? You can have the whole damn thing. Just look at me; cheeky grin, hurling witty barbs. Sticks and stones may break my bones but freezers ever girt me.
Yeah alright. Maybe I overrate myself in the puns department. After all, I never am a sledger when I play cricket.
Oh yeah, cricket. So maybe me on a fridge isn't my finest moment after all. Who'd have thought it? But if you take a quick look at my profile picture on this blog you may just find one of my true favourite photos ever. Another one that I have to owe to @White_Wig as she's managed to encapsulate the joy, the relief, and most of all, the offering of a handshake in thanks. Thanks to the Henty Cricket Club for allowing me to be its captain. Thanks to my teammates for a remarkable comeback win when we truly were all but beaten. Thanks for humbling me by giving me the opportunity to be, at the time, only the third premiership captain in Henty's 50 year history. And thanks to the pictured Henty Cricket Widows Club. You give up your blokes on a Saturday so they can chase a red ball whilst wearing white pyjamas with nary a complaint. And why would you after the third champagne? By then you girls are usually ready for a nap in the sun.
Some might even call it planking...
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| Henty and District Cricket Club, A Grade Premiers Season 2006-07 |
* I realise that I promised a blog on more serious matters for my second effort but scant little is more serious than the welfare of those caught in the sheer madness of the London riots. Kristel's (@White_Wig) brother and his girlfriend have been living in London for the past 12 months and we awoke to terror from what we were reading about and witnessing this morning Australian time. Thankfully both are quite safe and for that we are very grateful. It is for this reason I decided that a healthy dose of self deprecation was required in today's post to hopefully give everyone a good laugh (little giggle? slight smirk?) and take their attention away from those finding humour in telling jokes about the riots. Forgive me if I fail to see the funny side.
Like I always say, stay well everyone. Especially today.
Whitey
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