Hello everyone, Abi Slade here

Thank you, cricketers. While you go and untuck your shirts on the field, the YouTube livestream chat will deliberate.  (This is a RuPaul's Drag Race reference - not sure how much crossover I'll have between cricket and Drag Race but HELLO if you get it) So on the County Cricket Season eve, I have decided to bring the blog back out. Last week, Somerset played Worcestershire in one of their pre-season games. As a keen supporter, I avidly watched the livestream that was organised (amazingly well) by Somerset CCC. While I'm in no way a cricket aficionado, I enjoy participating in online cricket discourse: most of the time this just results in memes and shitposts. Alongside the livestream, however, the chat was popping - but not necessarily with the cricket fan discourse you would expect. Person A (whose username I cannot remember) complained that some of the Worcestershire side had their shirts untucked - this complaint was partially supported by the commentary team. Person B (...

If you’re reading this sentence, I’m assuming that you have excused the terrible pun in the title. Thanks for sticking with me. Since my last post, my blog has been featured on   Tailenders ! Thank you to whoever it was that sent it in – it was a very exciting night in the Slade household the night it went up.     I always knew my 5 minutes of fame would involve a story about me getting drunk. As alluded to in my last post, this week I’ll be writing about the time I wound up on a FaceTime call with Marcus Trescothick. I’ll be writing this post in support of National Suicide Prevention Day on 10 th   September.   These topics may not automatically seem like a match to some, and a lot of the post might not be about Marcus Trescothick, but stick with me. Now is also a pretty good time to give you a   CONTENT WARNING   for anxiety and depression. It’ll be a little bit of cricket and a bit of mental illness.   I have suffered with anxiety for a number ...

To say that my life has been taken over by cricket over the last year is probably an understatement.   My interest in cricket began in primary school, because, as is the case with so many others, my older brother enjoyed it. From age seven through to age ten, I was the only girl on the Kwik Cricket team, which was great as I was always on the First team - they needed at least one girl in order to compete. It should be said that I was in no way good at it; when I look at videos of myself now, my technique was unusual (to say the absolute least) and not impressive or successful in any way, shape or form. The boys on the team all had weekend cricket teams to further their love for the game, but I believed (and still believe - I was shocking) that I wasn't good enough for that. However, I loved it, and that was the main thing.   On joining secondary school, I knew that I wanted to continue with the cricket. However, this was a whole new world. We were abandoning Kwik Cricket for...