For the roughly ten percent of you in the UK:

Hats off to Kevin Pietersen, whose maiden century clinched for England their first Ashes win in a generation.

I hope you’ll celebrate with an extra beverage on my account.  I won’t
even made a crack about his total inability to catch a batted
ball or the polecat he wears on his head for a haircut.  (Except that
one.)  Truly spectacular show.  The whole team played well; Freddie
and Simon Jones were particularly good, and Vaughn did a fabulous job
with the captaincy.  It’s a fine night for the Barmy Army.

As an Australia supporter, I hate to write this, but well-deserved.  Of course, if Warney makes that catch at first slip, I still think we’ve still got a chance today.  Sigh…

Congrats, dear Poms.  Well played, top to bottom.

To those of you reading from Oz: just please keep Warne and McGrath
healthy for two more years.  I intend to be there, screaming my lungs
out beside you next time.  I’m hoping we can all yell BLEAAAAAAAAAUUGGGGGGHHHHHH together.

And to the sudden flood of Kiwi visitors in the last 24 hours:
welcome.  I saw my first cricket match
ever at Eden Park.  I adore your country, and will miss seeing King Carlos and
Justin Marshall’s faces amid the All Blacks.

If any antipodean visitor is looking to hire a creative
complainer, please do pass my name around.  I wouldn’t mind an extended visit.