Back in London. Who says train travel is crap? Only took two hours – and on the train I read this:
Bob and Vic are passionate cricket-lovers. They go to games together, pore over old copies of Wisden and on chilly winter evenings they sit in the pub remembering great Test matches. They decide that whoever dies first will try to come back and tell the other if there if cricket in heaven.
One summer night, Bob passes away in his sleep after watching England beat Australia at Lordâ€™s. He dies happy.
A few nights later, Vic wakes up, certain that he can hear Bob calling to him from the other side. â€œIs that you, Bob?â€ he asks.
â€œYes Vic, itâ€™s me,â€ says Bob.
â€œThis is unbelievable!â€ exclaims Vic. â€œSo, Bob, is it true? Is there cricket in heaven?â€
â€œWell I have good news and bad news,â€ says Bob. â€œThe good news is there is cricket in heaven.â€
â€œBrilliant! Thatâ€™s great!â€ says Vic. â€œWhat could possibly be the bad news?â€
â€œYouâ€™re opening the batting tomorrow.â€