The festival has drawn to a close and I am no longer in Wales or drunk.
But am tired and only have a little something for you.
This is my mate Stu doing his Alistair Cook impression.
He did do a photo like that, but this is a fucken family blog after all, and he was oly holding a mini bat, so it’s kinda creepy.
Oh and my google hits are down so, Alistair Cook naked, Alistair Cook nude, Alistair Cook has a better body than James Anderson (who’s body looks a bit like Mr Burns).
Also would like to point out that while I was in Wales, this blog kept running like a well oiled machine thanks to Miriam.
But republique cricket was at a stand still.