Where have you been? I hear you cry. Yes, gap in reports from over the fence during the winter months, but I have an excuse. Thanks to the little known Anglo-Australian Corpse Exchange Programme, I spent Christmas and New Year down under watching the cricket. A tough life, or death, I know.
Good sport though, there’s little to beat the pleasure of thrashing the Aussies on their own soil. But by far the best bit is listening to the insane Aussie commentators, who all subscribe to the Japanese emperor school of mindless optimism, as in “the war hasn’t turned out necessarily to our advantage’. Well, you don’t say so sunshine!