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Taylor and Marsh at Trent Bridge

Taylor and Marsh at Trent Bridge

Hi guys. All is good here. Had a great flight out. I need not inform you how fantastic a spare seat it next to me on an airplane is. To tell you the truth I thought all my fricking Christmases had come at once.

In Leeds tonight, just got back from tea in Barnsley (about 30 miles away) with Robin Holmes and his family, for those of you who know him (an old friend from cricket days for those who don’t). Went to see a film in Sheffield afterwards.

Going to the cricket tomorrow at Headingley. It’s the first day of the last county match of the summer – Yorkshire v Hampshire. This ground has long been on my wish list of places to visit. I’ll give you three reasons. In 1930, Don Bradman scored his famous 334 here, in 1977, Geoff Boycott made his hundredth first-class hundred here and in 1981 – Ian Botham led England to the most famous of victories (better known as the £500-1 match).

Then I’ll follow that up with the bus to Manchester for a county game at Old Trafford, then perhaps on to Nottingham for a match at Trent Bridge (where Mark Taylor and Geoff Marsh famously batted for a day and put on 329 for the first wicket!) The reason I really want to go here is not so much the ground, but the pub outside it – the Larwood & Voce (named after the famous opening bowlers in the Bodyline Series of 1932-33)

Had a job interview in Bristol last week, should hear by the end of the week. It seemed positive, we’ll wait and see how things unfold.

Going to Brighton on Friday evening where mates from Traralgon (Billy Mac and Wes) are working to watch the AFL grand final – so excited about the Saints.

I cried when they won last week and I get teary just thinking about it. But I’m optimistic about the game – the best team will win and there’s no excuse. Geelong deserve a second flag to cap an amazing few years, but the Saints have been superb. And Nick Reiwoldt, who I wasn’t always a fan of, has just been getting better. So we shall see.

The Labor Party conference is also in Brighton so I might tell Gordon Brown to go and fry an egg.

From there I’m not sure France, Ireland or Spain – or maybe just a trip down to Devon and Cornwell. All depending on whether I get this job or not. If I don’t then I’ll just keep traveling for the time being – no sweat either way.