Experience is like a comb that life gives you when you are bald.

Wickets are like wives. You never know what to expect from them.

The Indians are finding the gaps like a pin in a haystack.

The ball whizzes past like a bumblebee and the Indians are in the sea.

It's like the brooding hen sitting over a china egg.

When you are dining with a demon, you got to have a long spoon.