This is perhaps the weakest anecdote ever told, weaker than all of Sir Peter Ustinov's entire
back catalogue.
In fact, there's no punchline, there's no joke, there's nothing. But it's Sir Peter bloody O'Toole.
My school was a cricketing school with our own cricket master. We played against Brondesbury - a rather tasty club side that usually fielded a couple of pros against
us poor schoolboys.
Their opening bowler had played for Otago in New Zealand.
I batted in the game, and I can't remember if I scored many, but standing at slip was an elderly gent of around 70. Give or take a few years, but he was very much alive.
He didn't move, he didn't chase, he didn't ball. He even smoked a cigarette and wore a
cravat.
I was 14 years of age, and found it all a bit odd only for someone to mention it was the actor
Sir Peter O'Toole. A true Hollywood legend. One of the biggest names.
I didn't know who he was and went home for my dinner after the game.
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