I once read an essay called The Roger (something) Theory of Nomenclature. It said, among other things that a guy named Nick will be sharp-eyed and know how to play the point spread, and a guy named Roger will be a little pudgy and wear thick glasses. I always wished I had “hill” in my name. How did you choose your moniker?
Is it true that most Hong Kong folks save 80% of their income, in hopes of starting their own business? Hong Kong has this image of untrammeled capitalism, sort of Monty Burns on steroids. Is that BS?
Oh my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven. Yes, it’s a brilliant name, isn’t it? I would actually say that rather than me choosing it, it chose me. Women who don’t compare me to Gregory Peck or Robert de Niro tend to compare me to Cary Grant. (That should serve to answer the bit about pudgy and glases.)
Never heard of Monty Burns, I’m afraid. Own business? BUSINESS? No self-respecting Hong Konger would admit to having only one business.
I’m dying to know. I can’t stand listening to the BBC sports reports and hearing that so and so from the Australian squad beat up on the Pakistanis by a tally of 350 runs or bats or flys or whatever the heck you call them.
And if I don’t get a real answer mister I’m gonna track down your fully qualified umpire boss type person and tell on you. You just watch if I don’t
Wrenchslinger
PS Why do you have so much time on your hands, if cricket matches take days to play and you have a full time job?
Montgomery Burns is the ruthless, heartless boss of the nuclear power plant where Homer Simpson works. Monty would sell his employees’ organs on EBay if he thought it would help the bottom line.
Since Roger has so far declined to explain the wonderful game of cricket, here’s my contribution:
You have two sides, one out and one in. Each man that’s in the side that’s in goes out, and when he’s out he comes in and the next man goes in until he’s out. When they are all out, the side that’s out comes in and the side that’s been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out.
When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have been out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, that is the end of the game.
Another way I know (And yes, this is a hijack, but I love poachies, so I must, I must…)
Heat on HIGH a saucepan of water to boiling. Add 1 tablespoon of vinegar to the water. Back off the heat a bit and water for the water to roil down a tad. Add the egg, wait, and remove with a slotted spoon/pierced spatula/whatever. No need to stir the water, and you really can’t taste the vinegar if you drain the egg well.
