International Man of Mystery.

Like those naive fools who still think that, one day, they will become one of The Beatles, I still believe (even at the ripe old age of 47) that one day I will earn my living as an international cricketer.

Even at the ripe old age of 47, I would surely have been of use to a rather useless Scotland team who were destroyed by Sri Lanka today.....but the call never came, and I had to sit in the sun for 7 hours drinking cold beer. Swings and roundabouts, I guess, swings and roundabouts.

I must also mention Scotland's premier umpire ('Er Indoors' brother, no less) who did a fine job out in the middle and, even better, got us free tickets.