It’s time for me to join the “writing about cricket while Fallujah burns” tendency—if I’m quick enough, that is. My dad never misses an opportunity to bang on about the glories of the Lancashire League, but I forgot to link him to the latest post about it over at Harry’s Place, a ‘Blog where other northern socialist types hang out online shouting at each other over their virtual pints of Boddingtons.
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Not so fast! Northern non-socialist types also enjoy hanging out at Harry’s Place, where the virtual tripe is excellent.