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My Dad's got Sky - But it was underused this Christmas

I have been looking forward to a big Christmas cricket fest for most of this year. We don't have Sky at home (I'm not allowed to as it will, and I quote, "make me even more useless around the house" - probably true actually!) and so with fervour I was anticipating late nights in front of the telly. However I only managed three... hours... then fell asleep.

The plus point of this spell, however - and this is a good one - was that whilst watching the cricket with the family, following a successful Boxing Day visit to the Casino in Leicester, we sat watching the 2nd day at the MCG and were treated to live TV coverage of 'the' Jimmy song. Bill, as per usual, was sat next to Jimmy and I sent him a text requesting 'You are my sunshine' (I actually meant to request 'When you're smiling' but beer, £220 and 2 expensive Ports with my Uncle made me mis-type), anyway the text was sent and as enthusiasm for Jimmy's song died away (capitulating like our series) and via the power of TV I witnessed Bill reach into his pocket, withdraw his phone, read the message, smirk... Then tootle out 'You are my Sunshine'!

Maybe it's because I'm young enough to still think that TV is something to get on rather than watch. Maybe it's because I'm so jaded with this series that the smallest glimmer of positive involvement from thousands of miles away may help to alleviate the chagrin of many fans - or maybe it was because I was drunk... But it genuinely did make my Boxing Day, and that's saying something because I'd just won £220 on roulette (in £50 notes!) got drunk with my family and was eating crackers replete with 'Leicestershire's Own' Stilton.

Other than that pin-prick of joy. The rest of this series should be forgotten forever.