in the cold light of day

Fellow depressee’s,

Stayed up just long enough to see RT Ponting behave like a fool and MJ Clarke commit cricketing suicide, before draining the vodka bottle and passing out, bleeding from the eyes.
Pup! Pup! Pup! What were you thinking?!
It must have been an abject sight to see the Vice-Captain leave the Kennington Oval with his tail between his legs after suffering from a rare brain explosion, as a mate said, “due for back surgery after carrying the rest of the team for the entire tour.”
The Royal Commissioners are gathering in London as we speak to begin taking evidence on a single term of reference in the Letters Patent – to wit “sheet home the blame”.
Their Honours will no doubt find, in the cold light of day, that the positions of Hilditch and Ponting are now, of course, untenable.
Hilditch for picking the wrong touring party in the first place, and then presiding over a muddle-headed tour selection “policy”, and Ponting for just being a lil’cockhead.
In the time-honoured fashion, the buck must stop at the top.

I’m off to pull a wave over my bonce.
Farewell, dear friends.

Shattered of Sydney.