Millie Week 41, Mon 17 - Sat 22 June 1991

Something strange happened to the colouring in Monday's strip. Keith suddenly turned black for a week. I can see why it happened - at the time the West Indies bowlers were the most feared in the world so it was natural that the Mirror's colourist would paint him brown. But only two months beforehand he'd been a pasty white punk destroying the stage in the youth club. He returned to his normal colouring after I phoned to complain.

A few neat touches in the following day's strip. The massed ambulances next to the pavilion in the first frame. And anyone who has an old fashioned pav in their school grounds will recognise the ambience of the interior Roger's distilled into a few simple lines in the second frame. Every pavilion in the country must have the same battered old table in the middle of the room as its single piece of furniture.

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Millie's in my usual fielding position, long on (or long off, its equivalent on the other side of the pitch, in the next county). The only exercise I used to get playing cricket was running from one side of the pitch to the other once every six balls.