Two examples from yesterday.  The first concerned the cricket match my son and I went to see on Thursday.  It was a disappointing day - no play until 4.30, by which time  we had given up on the day and come home.   Yesterday was yet another of `inclement weather` at least here at home in mid-Kent.  But down the road in Canterbury play got under way (or is it under weigh?  I never really know - something about weighing anchors I think.)

And while we were stuck indoors here at home yesterday, down the other end of the county Darren Stevens went berserk, rescuing a dodgy Kent batting display by smashing 190 in a total of 307 which included 15 fours and 15 sixes.  He put on 166 for the ninth wicket with Miguel Cummins whose contribution to the record breaking partnership was just one solitary run.  Shades of Jack Leach?

So, we had hung around most of the day without seeing any cricket on one day and the day when `inclement weather` should have put paid to any cricket yesterday Stevens goes and does that.... and we missed it.   Is God trying to tell me something?  Or is it just irony?  Or just the luck of the draw?

The other example of the ironic world we live in came from the mountainous kerfuffle surrounding the BBC and the Martin Bashir inquiry fallout.  I won`t go on about it - it`s being done to death in the media and I`m sure everyone is now well versed in every aspect of the whole affair.   But what did strike me as at least straying into the realms of irony was the fact that, in 2016, Bashir was appointed as the BBC`s Religious Affairs Editor no less. 

Now you would imagine that the basic qualifications for such a post would be things like integrity, honesty, a devout understanding of religion and all its works and an unimpeachable background.  Perhaps the BBC thought that this appointment would be the icing on the cake of its serial cover-ups.  The more I see and hear about it all, the more I miss Line of Duty.