John Acland-Hood
Right-hand Bat
Right Arm Medium
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Debut: 18.05.1997
House: School
At LP: 1992-1997
Batting head-gear
OLCC Cap
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Fielding head-gear
OLCCGC Cap
Favourite Graham Carter nick-name
Dirty
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Favourite OLCC Brothers
N. And T. Unsworth
What are your three favourite films?
1 - Shawshank Redemption
2 - Brokeback Mountain
3 - Lord of the Rings
What is your desert island book?
War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
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What is your desert island luxury item?
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Please provide your eight desert island discs:
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1 - Give it up – Hard Fi
2 - Relax, Take it Easy - Mika
3 - Concerto for piano & orchestra No. 7 in G minor, BWV 1058m I. Allegro
4 - Come One Come All – Syd Dale
5 - Give said the little stream
6 - Mysterons - Portishead
7 - Sexy and I know it - LMFAO
8 - Harder, better, faster stronger, Daft Punk
Beer or Wine: Wine
Tea or Coffee: Toffee
Wet Shave or Dry Shave: Wet
Morning or Night: Night
City or Countryside: Countryside
Messi or Ronaldo: Who?
Pietersen or Boycott: Pietersen
West Indies 80’s or Australia 90’s: West Indies 80's
Warne or Murali: Warne
WG Grace or Bradman: Bradders
Favourite ever umpire: Steve Bucknor
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And what are your three things to go into Room 101?
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1 - Football
They say that hard graft is the key to getting on in one's life and career, but that is very obviously yet another of those tired old 20th century ideas (as espoused by the likes of the President) that went out at the end of the old millennium (31 December 1999). As every Old Leightonian knows, the real secret to success is to cosy up to people with power, influence or a magnificent pile in the country - Somerset, for example - or even better, all three. Fortunately for OLCC members, in John Acland-Hood we have just the man on whom we can bestow sycophantic platitudes in the hope of currying favour with the upper classes. Unfortunately for OLCC members, it won't guarantee you a knighthood, or even a night with Hood (though there's no harm in trying).
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Ackers' aristocratic upbringing provides much for the OLCC banter lexicon, especially when it manifests itself in his withering 'don't-you-know-who-I-am' glare at pimply West Country youths who have the temerity to appeal when he is batting. And batting is what John does best: he loves getting runs, and preferably lots of them. Many are made through his superbly controlled trademark pull shot through mid-wicket (which is incidentally a stroke that doubles as his golf swing). Second only to Mickey Moss in the hundreds he has for the club - in time he is likely to claim all the club batting records worth having. Oh and he bowls occasionally too, and has somehow taken a few notable wickets with his seam-up wobblers.
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