Adelaide, Day 5

Hog-tied

See what I did there!? I like that, a bit of witty wordplay early in the morning at the start of a long week.

The Hoggster has struck again, and like the Spanish Inquisition no-one expected him. Brian has been guilty of it preferring the paper, and now the Aussies are the same. Never underestimate the Hog King.

What I like is that the Hoggster refrained from holding up the ball like McGarrrr, which I think is a stupid gesture... mainly because it's an Aussie thing. But Hoggster will just plod on and keep doing what he does best. I love the Hoggster - and no it's not just because he tongued my ear.

As I write this, in the cold of my lounge, I'm being regaled of stories of hot winds. There is hot wind here but it whiffs slightly of Sunday roast.

Oh, Strauss is out. Geoffrey is losing it on 'Lingering Death'. Poor decision, oh what am I talking about I'm WATCHING the radio. Apparently it's a poor decision! Grumpy is very grumpy. Cricinfo says it was inches away and the hotspot has picked up movement in Iraq. Cheating Aussie barstewards.

Oh, Bell is out. What are they doing? I can only imagine as I currently have a graphic of the 2nd innings wagon wheel. Big mix-up between The Ginger Prince and Wee Little Belly. Disaster apparently.

Oh, f**k Pietersen is out. What the hell is going on?

Oh, sugar. Now we're in a bit of bother. Grrrrrr, why did I know this was going to happen...

To be continued tomorrow a.m... after we have a): Drawn the match or b): Lost the Ashes... God I hope it's not the latter, but that 8-1 bet I saw today and decided it was un-patriotic to go for, did look SO tempting. There was always a potential for a serious cock-up, I should have gone for it.

Come on Fred and Colly. Where are you England? Let's be 'avin you!