I’ve been somewhat irregular here lately not because of the usual reason - I don’t have anything sensible or nonsensical to say - but because there’s really no decent internet connection except at the ground. I suppose one could blog from here, but it’s very hard to not feel guilty when you’re blogging from the press box, which has a magnificent view of the stadium. Someone’s rolling the pitch, the photographers are snapping a staged dive by a fielder (much like those old black and white shots of Bradman cover-driving), someone’s watering the lawn, the security guards look busy, someone’s in the nets. Everyone’s doing something. I’ll blog later.
