Monday, 24 August 2009
Another reason why London is the best city in the world: you can go and watch England win the Ashes, surrounded by people wearing coronation crowns, knotted handkerchiefs, digging into Anya Hindmarch picnic hampers and getting drunk in the sun.* You have nowhere to go other than the bar and nothing to do but sit and watch the game unfold whilst listening to Aggers twitter away on Test Match Special. And it's legally required that you jeer at Australians.
Well done England!
*I'm on day eight of my two week drinking hiatus. Having got through two boozy days at the cricket without giving in, I'm feeling pretty, pretty good. Although I'm eating chocolate to reward myself, so I'm not losing any weight. And the chocolate is giving me spots. Oh well.