almost up-to-date

We’re all pretty much aware that the ending to this, at times puzzling, tournament was an interesting one. It was no better than a bunch of 12 year-olds running around the backyard in summer, trying to squeeze some play out of every last daylight saving sunray. This is actually how dark it was at the first call of stumps.



Nonetheless, it didn’t prevent the budgie smuggler brigade from, once again, parading their pathetic excuses of packages around the perimeter of the ground. Mind you, it also didn’t prevent me from watching them fervently, foaming at the mouth.

Ha. Kidding about the foaming bit (sort of).

So from our third stint in Barbados, it’s off to Trinidad & Tobago – my true, spiritual homeland (along with Bungalow 8).

p.s. why is my blogspot in german? help?