What better way to mark Father’s Day tomorrow, than with a celebration of man’s essential style, as observed via the curiously natural habitat of the men’s locker room.
Left to their own devices, men seem to survive happily in spartan surroundings, exchanging pleasantries in communal bathing quarters, whilst politely ignoring the naked flesh of their companions – and the pungent niff in the air.
I sneaked into the inner sanctum of Lord’s Cricket Ground and took a few photographs of the MCC changing rooms. I hope I’m not giving away too many secrets about the England team’s winning tactics by showing you these…
Did it smell of mouldy socks and deep heat, Susan?
It smells of history, Worm, glorious history.
I’ve done the Lords tour. Wonderful place but by gosh don’t they just know it? “Here you are, peasants and colonials, a peep at a world you can’t afford.”
Did they subject you to the humiliating body search at the gates, Susan?
Just a little musty, Worm – and no evidence of short and curlies.
No strip search either, Brit. Are the changing rooms included on the official tour? I’d just made an after dinner speech at a members’ event in the Long Room – after which I was rewarded with a visit to the changing rooms… all very curious!
They are indeed – it’s a very good tour.
One the things I miss most about team sport is changing room banter. One sniff of horse liniment is enough to transport me back.
How on earth do the entire team fit into that bath . As for the B&Q coat hangers…, hope the speech was suitably laced with Bernard Manning jokes Susan.