My God I was bored.
The day started with Breakfast with Ian Botham - me and nine hundred and neinty-nine others. There were 11 of us round our table - while Botham was being interviewed by Dean Jones - I say interview - more of what I'd call a funny story off. Poor Ian fidgited in his chair a bit at the start, but then as Dean tried to compete with his stories - Ian came into his own and won hands down.
There was a bit of an auction, a bit of a raffle - where our favourite place to go for Breakfast Owner (Middle Baths) won a fab prize.
We left there and walked to the MGC. The place was heaving. We all wormed through the crowd and found our seats. Luckily on the back row and near the ladies.
They only sell mid-strength beer at the cricket, so loo breaks are more frequent. That is - if it wasnt so cold I could bear to hold my mid-strength beer.
Why is it every time our mates from Brisbane come visit - the weather is freezing? Melbourne - I defend you at every opportunity - but keep letting me down and I dont know what i'l do.
To say I was bored is an understatement. Bored and cold. The best bit was the mexican wave and Im not kidding. I glazed over most of the day - it was like when Bloody Lovely and Bob used to watch the 6 o'clock news every tea time - I looked - but I didnt watch.
I left at 4 - on my own, leaving all my friends there. I paused on the steps on the way out to ask myself - was I doing the right thing - would I regret it, would Mr TC be mad? Nope, go, go and be happy, go and get warm.
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