My cousin Keith Burt entered last year's Cricket Art Prize. The best twelve entries get published in this year's CAP calendar.
Keith missed out on the calendar, but can't have been too far off the four-times podium since his entry, Deep Fine Leg (Or perhaps Deep Third Man to a right hander?), adorns the cover of this year's Poetry Booklet.
"I love laying on paint. Putting a fielder in whites down at deep fine leg in a sea of green was a great opportunity to explore the shades of Australia's grass. It's sometimes burnt by the summer sun, dug up by fielders (or footy players in the winter), but it fights back, patchy yet determined."
Okay, so that's balls. Just buy something.
Labelling this post as Scamorabilia is a little off the mark, but someone has to pick up Tawny's slack.
Posted by: Tony Tea | Friday, January 25, 2013 at 08:29 PM
Pfft. Should have had him nursing a stubby, that would have got him over the line. Now that's real Australian cricket in suburbia.
Sterile A-grade shirt-tucked-in nonsense has been done to death.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Tuesday, January 29, 2013 at 02:04 PM
// get a bit of Tawny upya
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Tuesday, February 12, 2013 at 08:08 PM
Yes, I saw them all. Excellent. Made me wish I had not tossed out all my 1970s "Cricketer" and "Australian Cricket".
Posted by: Tony Tea | Tuesday, February 12, 2013 at 09:21 PM
I had an extensive MAD magazine collection starting from the late 70s. I pretty much bought every edition for years. Saved 'em for 20-25 years.... numerous moves of house. Don't know where they are now, but I'm pretty sure I ditched them.
I think I binned them sorta right on the cusp "why bother keeping them?" and true nostalgia value. Bah.
Same with my Noonan's Bakery footy card collection [full set], and my Kiss card collection [full set – and I never even liked Kiss] and numerous other curios that I kept for decades. Gawn.
I do have a working Nintendo Donkey Kong Jr. in its box with the instructions that I've been told could nudge the $1,000 mark on EBay. Haven't looked into it.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 12:24 AM
Bloody loved Mad comics. I had piano lessons for two years as a nipper and after my shot, had to wait on the verandah while some other poor sibling poked around at the ivories. The old lady teacher had a big box of Mad comics for the waitees and I can remember far more of the comics than I can about the lessons.
Apart from chopsticks of course.
Posted by: Lou | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 05:08 AM
oh dear A MAD collective is here.
The greatest magazine ever.
Alfred E Newman a 'living' legend!
Posted by: The Don has risen | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 07:56 AM
Is still reflexively refer to The Poseidon Adventure as The Poopsidedown Adventure and although I mostly call the "telephone" the "telling bone" I sometimes call it the "Fone Bone".
Posted by: Tony Tea | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 08:22 AM
TT, you don't say 'electrickery' habitually, do you?
Posted by: Lou | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 09:57 AM
Captain Squint from Jaws still makes me chortle.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 10:37 AM
Yes, and "touch wood".
Posted by: Tony Tea | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 10:43 AM
Yes and the classic comment,,
We need a bigger boat
Posted by: The Don has risen | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 03:48 PM
Heh? That was famous for being in the movie, not MAD.
Stick to your bad puns or get with the program, sizzlechest.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Wednesday, February 13, 2013 at 05:20 PM
Here ya go, chuckles.
http://www.tmz.com/videos/0_quqfuczs#!id=0_quqfuczs
I "randomly" found that just then. Was searching for a pic of Omen Damien in the graveyard, and then I followed a link.
Is it just me, or do people consider that Damien is the EVIL SPELLING of the name? I'm not fooling, the thought always crosses my mind when I meet someone called Damian/Damien.
Posted by: Big Ramifications | Wednesday, February 20, 2013 at 07:36 PM