20-02-2019, 20:56
The year is 2073. Radioactive dust sweeps darkly over the grey, crumbling ruins of a once-mighty civilisation. Silence reigns upon the earth. Then, among the ashes, something stirs. There comes a noise: thwock… thwock… thwock… and the last satellite in orbit gazes down on a 93-year-old Chris Gayle smacking endless sixes over deep midwicket.
"I would rather spend a holiday in Tuscany than in the Black Country, but if I were compelled to choose between living in West Bromwich or Florence, I should make straight for West Bromwich." - J.B. Priestley