Friends Ali and Chris confess that they weren't paying full attention during my evening sermon because they were playing sermon cricket. Every time the preacher mimics an umpire's signal you score the appropriate amount of runs or lose a wicket.
126 played 96 or something like that. At one point I signalled several fours in a row. All this done one-handed because I was holding a Bible all the time. No wides or leg byes then. Cheeky gets.
Incidentally you should see the look on a congregation's faces when you say twelthly. Are you scared yet, Nailsea readers?