On another note: If you're going to turn up at a cricket match with 8 overs left, quite drunk and then attempt to chat me up, asking a stupid question ("so what brings you here?") and touching my leg repeatedly until I kick you in the ankle is not the way to do it.
There's no way I could've watched that live. I just about managed it last year with indian_skimmer to restrain me, but I couldn't have managed it sitting by myself. I might have killed someone.
Geraint won at comedy leaping this morning, later on he's going to be chatting and I've managed to get a frapaccino ready for the start of play. Today has started out well.
I turned on to see England at 41-3 chasing 221 and I actually burst out laughing. It's so nice to have that weight of expectation lifted.
Also, in the interests of making bizarre and irrational statements about wicket keepers - everyone else has been doing it for so long I may as well join in now - I'm backing Nixon to win this one for us.
I'm mainly backing Nixon because he has Entirely Correct Opinions About Geraint Jones and is therefore a Good Person but also because he's old, and if cricket isn't a sport for old and/or fat people, I don't want a part of it.