Remembering Binky Theddlethorpe

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I came across Professor Peregrine descaling a kettle. As is his wont when undertaking such dangerous tasks, he was wearing his faithful, timeworn wicket-keeper's gloves. Amid much imprudent splashing of liquid and fracturing of kitchen items, this activity brought on one of the Professor's legendary nostalgic moods.

“Do you remember Binky Theddlethorpe?” he asked, with a faraway look in his eye.

I didn't.

“And do you remember that fine match in which he took eight wickets while also eating his way through at least the same number of ham and piccalilli sandwiches?”

I didn't.

“In that case," the Professor went on. “Neither do I. Pass me the abrasive fish slice, if you'd be so kind.”

Binky Theddlethorpe

Following a subsequent, exhaustive search in the archives of The Thorpe Malsor Cricket Club and 24 Hour Laundry, I can confirm that the illustrious Binky Theddlethorpe was reputed to be “unplayable” while bowling within the confines of a neolithic landscape.

Location: Thorpe Malsor

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