There's been complaints about the new bicycled paper-boy: last week, 3 cottages went without the RIV Chronicle; and 2 front windows were broken, plus one carton of soya; Dorothy Dodge, who has been cricket tea-lady for as long as anyone cares to remember, says he's as fit as the butcher's dog (which often seems to follow him round), but has a wicked smile, an arm like a blacksmith, and hair like Bob Willis.