The New Sheridan Club:
Torquil delivers his traditional introduction
The New Sheridan Club:
Niall begins
The New Sheridan Club:
This, I think, was the first Australian touring team
The New Sheridan Club:
Niall makes a sweeping statement
The New Sheridan Club:
Niall neatly encapsulates a concept
The New Sheridan Club:
W.G. Grace, the Godfather of Cricket
The New Sheridan Club:
Another powerful hand gesture
The New Sheridan Club:
A complex triptych slide, the point of which I forget, though Niall's theories mostly revolved around facial hair
The New Sheridan Club:
The audience is easily distracted
The New Sheridan Club:
Everyone looks a lot more miserable than they really were
The New Sheridan Club:
Robert, Essex and Bunty looking indulgent
The New Sheridan Club:
Essex may have been heckling at this point
The New Sheridan Club:
The padre has spotted something tasty
The New Sheridan Club:
Another great study of Parson Woodforde
The New Sheridan Club:
Fruity with Christopher Choy, who was flirting with buying that hat, but never did
The New Sheridan Club:
Matthew Howard, Bunty and Miss Minna hatch a plot
The New Sheridan Club:
"Mmm... You're right—it does taste of poison..."
The New Sheridan Club:
Mrs H. after a few glasses of wine