Finally made it to St John’s Wood and Lord’s for the afternoon session. No small thanks to the Genius Bar and the Apple go slow time #

Middle Sex Sex Sex all out for 385. Surrey innings underway. Blimey – Jonathan Batty is opening. Surrounded by naked flesh. All old men #

6-0 Surrey in the 5th over. My booze rate is far more healthier. Play, play, play the game #

On reflection, I think I’m in love with the girl geek in the Genius Bar. Oh yeah, 21-0 Surrey #

Old boy in front of me has just necked either a blue smartie or a Viagra tab. At the cricket, honestly #

In the Land of Blind, one eyed man is King. Which at Lord’s, means he who drinks the most and displays flesh, gets to wear crown. I am King #

After twenty summers, I’ve finally realised that cricket is a game of suntans first, sporting endeavour second. 62-0 Surrey #

Ah, here comes Mr Ramps. 62-1 the ‘rrey #

For Butcher and Ramprakash, read Pearce and Clough. I’m a happy man right now. 92-2 Surrey #

Trip to toilet and I’m reminded of my fave Lord’s moment: once saw a bloke syphon his python without removing shorts. Old Man poked through #

Booze, cricket and the sun. Hitting yourself over the head with a large hammer has to be healthier #

Full flickr set over here.