George Robey , with his many interests, has been a member of the M.C.C. for thirty-five years and attributes his health at sixty-seven to the mornings he used to spend at the nets. A Londoner living within a stone's throw of Lord's cricket ground, he makes it not surprisingly his chief cricketing haunt. Though he doesn't think cricket dead by a long way, he doesn't think it is what it used to be and has unorthodox ideas on how to brighten the game.