I'm going to have to kill myself...

For a variety of reasons, not going to publish all of them on the Internet, but there are indeed many reasons behind my way of thinking. One I am comfortable talking about is simply because the sign on my wall is telling me to kill myself. Ok, England haven't actually lost yet, but it's the end of day 2 of the first game, Australia: 200 and something for 1. The only loss being of Phil Hughes, like that's a surprise, ahhh our inept bowling attack frustrates me ridiculously. I told the national selector and even Giles Clarke the head of the ECB in an email to them earlier that I am up for selection, I can make it to Cardiff before things become an absolute crisis, can bowl something which vaguely resembles an off cutter ...And once took a diving catch. It's England's loss, not mine. Ultimately though I blame this sodding pitch the Welsh have made, Christ it's turning at right angles for Nathan Hauritz???? What sort of insane cricket pitch making practices do they conduct down in the valleys?

Have had a lovely day today, saw a good friend earlier which was nice, apart from on the way back home, where I was actually attacked by a paedofile. Ok he didn't really attack me, just wondered if I wanted a lift to Northleach, I didn't, I like walking. ANOTHER 'friend' of mine has seriously pissed me off though, third time in 2 months he's cancelled meeting me for girlfriend related reasons, grrrrrrr. I'm actually growling.

Now to find train tickets to Cardiff...

Tom,