‘Shh! Cricket!’ my grandfather Ken Delingpole used to say whenever the cricket came on the wireless.
‘Shh! Cricket!’ my grandfather Ken Delingpole used to say whenever the cricket came on the wireless. It was a family joke, indicative of just how boring Delingpoles all found the world’s most boring game.
But then my father bred with a Price and the Prices are the exact opposite — county squash and tennis players, decent golfers, sporting nuts.
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