I am feeling a little bit sad for the British this morning. There they are on the streets of London so drunk and happy, celebrating like there is no tomorrow. Poor little buggars. And over a game of cricket. And they won't even remember it tomorrow morning - too drunk and hungover. So sad that it's not us ozzies - we've been doing that crap for years and now have to find something more meaningful - and so sad that some people have nothing else in their lives or is that being a little too patronising? Ah well I'll go off and sing a little bit of "Let's not have a snivel. Let's have a bloody good cry. And always remember the longer you live, the sooner you bloody well die."