Bold knight in shining armour - I just wouldn't let it lie!
As I'm sure you are all well aware of, Sir Terry Pratchett is an excellent cricketer. He plays in a local league and last weekend his team played a team of local dairy farmers. As usual, Sir Terry was hitting boundary after boundary until he reached 137 not out. Then a medium paced leg break, pitched off-line, cut viciously back, went between his bat and pad and smashed the stumps.
After the game, over a pint of Turbots Really Odd, Sir Terry was chatting with the farmer who had got him out. He praised the delivery and offered to autograph anything the farmer wanted as a way of saying well-played. The farmer thought for a while then asked Sir Terry to autograph his prize Fresian cow.
However, a local newspaper reporter overheard the whole conversation and next day in the local newspaper was the headline;
"Bowled knight in signing a moo-er"
(I'll just get my coat.....)