I'm down in Canterbury reporting on a cricket match between Kent and Lancashire which, after four wicket maidens just before lunch, had become something of a snoozefest in the afternoon. That is one of the attractive things about first-class cricket, of course - that it doesn't get in the way of your napping - but the general slothful feeling of the crowd in the past hour brought to mind a wonderful phrase, often uttered by a former French teacher at my old school:
"Do I detect a post-prandial soporific atmosphere?"I bet no teacher says things like that any more. Shame.