I’m going down to Swindon tomorrow morning, the keen and peculiar amongst you will obviously drive down and camp outside the travel lodge to cop a view of my petticoat in which case fuck you. But tomorrow brings the awful new operating system into the field. this means demonstrating how badly the thing doesn’t work in the rain. I’m praying for rain, like I did in the Ashes way back, don’t ask me when. I might have been at the Big Chill and there might have been a massive bag of Ketamine, there was definitely Red Wine, the rest is unconfirmed. So before you get all litigious about the thing, just forget out and let me hang in my own training juices, with folk who I have no idea how to behave around. Aged 51, I aim to misbehave.