I was once timed at 99.97mph, but that's rubbish, I was miles faster than that [attributed]

Last night, Good Friday night, at the bottom of the escalator at King’s X tube, a weasel-faced man in uniform was sweeping up rubbish with a wide broom, drink cartons, cigarette packets with all the dust and filthy scraps of the day which he pushed towards an elegant long black glove that was lying there. I expected him to pick it up as I would have – I thought of picking it up, but was too late. He smothered it in a wide sweep. It seemed to me extraordinary and shocking that he had no feeling for it. Several images went through my mind, a symbolic hand, a dead blackbird, an ornamental bookmark fallen from a lectern Bible – any once-precious relic being tumbled in the dirt. As I went up the escalator I remembered the Tatterdemallion whom I haven’t seen for months and thought of his body, if he were to die in the tube, being tumbled about with the rest of the thrown-away rubbish.” David Thomson, In Camden Town

These guys haven't had a break for 18 months or more. It is definitely hard work, but they do get paid.

In the end, if we don't win the Champions Trophy, who really gives a toss? For Australia, as long as these other guys are getting a game and learning something, then they are ready to go when they're picked (later).

I have said for a long time that McGrath's best days are behind him.

Jeez, it's not even as cold as this in my fridge back at Brisbane. [on England]