Andrew Strauss is evil. Not his fault, he was born in South Africa.
Then he did something that made him even more annoying, he went to England.
Now he’s saying that during his last 12 months he’s had some bad luck with umpires and good nuts getting him out.
I’m sure he has and I think he deserves as long as possible to reclaim his form.
You see me and Andrew have something in common, we have both had bad form over the last 12 months.
Mine has nothing to do with cricket and everything to do with me not getting to sleep with a particular girl. So obviously mine is slightly more important than Andrews is.
Recently I performed a gattingesque mistake of trying to muck around as I lent in for a drunken first kiss with a fetching young lady. Whom I have had so many opportunities with you could call me Shane Watson.
You don’t need to know all the details of my mistake (it involved her nostril and aforementioned cake) but let me just say this for the English chairman of selectors and this little chickadee I know.
We’re seeing em well, but we just keep getting out.
