Like 6 of the 7 dwarves this Roving Reporter is not happy. There is more what might loosely be termed comedy in failure and pratfalls but personal milestones and application (whilst laudable) offers less room for amusement. Think of it like buying a greetings card with flowers on the front and a sensible greeting in the middle for a family member instead of the one you want to buy with a rude image and a risqué ditty. Dear old Flip Flop Gobshite had another footwear issue, as

Cricket, the final frontier. This is the voyage of the Starship FlipFlop. It's one night mission to Captain a cricket team, to seek not to bring the game into disrepute and to boldly go where no Gobshite has gone before. Yes, dear reader, you read that correct. Ollie Timms took charge of his first Fleckney game, seasoned members wished him well then dived behind the nearest sofa to watch the game with fingers over their eyes. They need not have worried. He won the toss (good

A few weeks ago this Reporter related tales of Father Scootermas, the almost mythical beardy creature who offers games of cricket to good boys and girls on Sundays during the Summer. However on this occasion it was the beardy provider himself who caused consternation. You see with 15 minutes to go Scootermas had not landed in his 4 wheeled rustbucket sleigh. Just imagine, if it was 15 minutes before your kids wake on December 25th you'd be calling Norad to double check wher