Jimmy watches Countdown and tries to ignore his bills, grief, COPD and frailty. Meanwhile, his carer walks a tightrope between kindness and reality
AS A jazz lover and fanatical cricketer who played his last match two years ago at the age of 76, I have often mused on times when the two pursuits seem to have been in sync with each other.
Was it when Jim Laker’s 19 wickets at Old Trafford in 1956 — with Australian batsmen walking out to the wicket and back to the pavilion in repeated misery — created an Aussie Blues and Tubby Hayes, Ronnie Scott and their friends recorded the joyous Laker’s Day at London’s Marquee Club?
Or when Gordon Greenidge’s double century and his fantastic square cutting at Lord’s in 1984 rose out of the match like a joyous stomp to win victory for the West Indies?
Re-releases from Bobby Wellins/Kenny Wheeler Quintet, Larry Stabbins/Keith Tippet/Louis Moholo-Moholo, and Charles Mingus Quintet



