nuperspective wrote:you want to try living down here with these bastards.

I went to lords a couple of months ago for the first time, and I took my 7 year old son who now very much sees himself as an Aussie, and I pointed to the poster that said "England v Australia, July" and he started shouting "YEAH GO AUSTRALIA! AUSSIE AUSSIE AUSSIE OI OI OI"
then I grabbed a pint of Marstons and a lemonade for the boy and we made our way to the stand
My son was psyched about going to see the cricket, he'd always wanted to check it out (bearing in mind we live about 5 minutes from the 'Gabba and drive past it every day). So we sit down in a really strange environment where there are old men sitting at intervals of every ten or fifteen seats, occasionally clapping and letting out the odd "come on middlesex", all of them utterly failing in every respect to provide the necessary entertainment to make it possible to endure several days of cricket.
We sat for a while talking in hushed voices while I explained to my son the bizarre rules of cricket, littered with all kinds of names for things that required an explanation, and after about 5 minutes my son shouts in his best Aussie obnoxious bastard brogue: "WOW DAD I HAD NO IDEA CRICKET WAS SO BORING!"
So after meeting his cousin, who worked there, and was our reason for being there at all, she gave us some kind of food stamps that would allow us to buy things from the canteen, something like 8 pounds worth.
I asked for "two pies, a beer and another lemonade" and he said "that will be 13 pounds 50". I nearly threw the fucking pie at the cunt's head.
Anyway, I figured that as she gave us 8 quids worth of vouchers then it's just a fiver for our dinner and another pint, and was presented with these two "boutique" chicken gourmet tikka mabollicks pies in lovingly recycled corrugated cardboard boxes that cost 4 pounds 95 EACH!!!, which we took up to the stand to watch the last 10 minutes and my son then after telling me "THIS PIE TASTES WEIRD" stuck it on the seat next to him that automatically retracted up and sent the pie rolling down the stand past the old codgers.
I was tempted to make the little fucker eat it at 4 pound 95 each.
Anway, my response to his comment about cricket being boring was something along the lines of "there's no way you'd get a crowd like this at the cricket in Australia"