It's so serious that I've turned to googling Tim Burton films and feel like watching that rainbow sizzling Alice in Donderland or something again. It feels creepy to feel slightly demented and there actually is some cricket going on and the World Cup is approaching.....yet.
Yet I feel like watching Alice in Underland.
I think I can partly blame it on the most brilliant devour-cricket-until-you-vomit-it tactic of the year; 15 tests between Australia and England in two years. Snotty faced nitwits.
World Cup predictions are also absolutely nothing for me. I've said it before and I'll say it again- I'm a Nostradamus Nutjob.
I think I've got something to say about the format, but that's something serious and I'm revolting against writing serious cricket right now.
So maybe it's just better to do nothing right now and watch some nitwits in Alice of Wonderland.
But here's a picture of the Cheshire Cat who I happen to love.
Just like that.
|Hello, I'm a cuddly clever nitwit.|