Completely out of flunter. And it’s all because of the Ashes. Play didn’t start until midnight, UK time, and I promised myself that I would watch for maybe an hour or so before going to bed, but seldom managed to tear myself from the telly before 3am.
After five nights of this, I was feeling somewhat zombiefied. I held on last night willing Strauss to declare, but finally gave up with England 505-1 and a draw a certain outcome. Good match though.
On top of that, I’ve also been enjoying I’m a Celebrity — Get Me Out of Here for the first time ever. The trials haven’t been quite as gross and the celebs not quite so much up their own backsides.
I especially like fellow Mancunian, Shaun Ryder, for his wonderful Jack Duckworth memorial performance and Stacey Solomon who I hadn’t heard of before, but I swear is the reincarnation of Joyce Grenfell with an estuary accent.
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