Dizzys Tool Shed

There was movement at the station for the word had passed around.....that Dizzy tooled his missus whilst padded up to bat in the toilet out the back of the sheds, got interrupted by the fall of a wicket, and walked out to bat with a mongrel a dog couldn't chew.

Nothing spells romance like a man in his stinky grass stained whites. The soft velvety feel of the pads rubbing gently against her thighs, the sweet caress of chubby fingers intertwined with the lusty smell of old sweat oozing from the palms of the love gloves. The risque feeling and hint of Gimp associated with a head adorned with a helmet and grill is enough to drive any man, women or beast (not The Beast) wild.

This Hallmark moment was interrupted by the rude and unexpected fall of Dags wicket. Perhaps Dags batting inspired both man and woman into such a fervour? Lets face it, those doing the Wild Thang in a loo near Dead Mans Corner obviously aren't putting from the cut surface when it comes to inspiration for making a deposit in the ham wallet.

The sight of Dizzys exceptionally ugly visage, all red and flustered, as he strode to the wicket was a sight to behold. The fact that Dizzys missus had a head like a dropped pie and was as pleasant as a paper cut should not diminish your respect for this unique achievement in the history of Ginninderra Cricket Club.