I'm ill. I need more alcohol and more versions of DB to consider*. Or I could just annoy Sean and start a new thread about the best version of "Light My Fire". *Not that I for one moment think J. Locke Esq. will be surpassed.
201 for 5. When I first got up this morning it looked as if we were levelling what the Aussies did yesterday. Now I'm getting nervous - I think they are pulling away. Does any of that make sense? More coffee required.
Nectar of the gods. Heaven on earth. What Mick Mac owes me. Whisky and ginger wine. I blush to notice my spelling error earlier, of course, the whisky must have no 'e'.
Of course Rosie, this Saturday? Mick Mac - any silences while standing before good pictures will be mistaken for sublime raptures and we will think he has ineffable good taste, which we already know because he has asked us out.
Dulwich Picture Gallery (ensures no awkward silences); lunch in their cafe; if it's going well a romantic stroll to feed the ducks in the park and wind up in The Dog for whiskey macs and sweet nothings.
I'm so glad I didn't stay up - Strauss out third ball would have made me extremely grumpy. Let's hope that's not some awful omen. And Cook's just gone. 197 - 5 is pretty pants. I should have stayed in bed.
Oh b******s. Penalty deserved, though I don't think it was a malicious tackle - Naismith seemed to be going for the ball and completely oblivious to Fabio (which is poor footballing anyway you look at it). But did it have to be Rooney? He's so damned smug!