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I don’t have Sky TV. So I can’t watch the Aussies take the Scots apart. I have to make do with the Guardian’s over-by-over coverage.

I used to have Sky, but I found spending every evening watching The Daily Show and South Park re-runs wasn’t good for me. So I cancelled my subscription and now I have to make excuses to go to my brother-in-law’s to watch the cricket (I also enjoy immensely the pleasure in not putting money into the pockets of one Rupert Murdoch, but that’s probably because I’m a rather petty and disagreeable person).

I asked Mrs. tyger if I could go over tomorrow to watch Ireland v Zimbabwe (yes, I’m that desperate). She said this was fine as she has friends coming over; one of which, I am informed, is stunning 24-year-old Polish girl. Mrs. tyger thinks that the combination of my dribbling and our polished wooden floors could be lethal. She does have a point, but I rather wish I’d kept my mouth shut. You, dear reader, will get used to my screwing things up. I’m not as sharp as I sometimes think I am.

So what does a guy do? There is nothing on the box. Mrs. tyger is out. The boy is sound asleep. I have the house to myself. I had a wander over to some other blogs - but I just can’t find the energy to engage. If I drink anymore tea I’ll be getting up for a piss all night long - I don’t need that. I’m thinking about an early night. Radio Four on the bedside radio and just fall asleep.

I have been reading for most of the evening (now the boy is back, loud music is out of the question, so we’re reduced to Tim Buckley’s Morning Glory anthology played low). I have a biog of Bill Hicks and the latest issue of the brilliant Monocle, but now my eyes are getting tired and my brain is fried. A scotch would be nice. A fine single-malt. But alas, I have run out. Donations greatly appreciated and all that. Maybe I could review whisky in return for samples? They may be rubbish at cricket, but the Scots do know their whisky. Jesus dude, what the hell are you twittering on about? Shut the fuck up and go to bed.

I’m having an early night. Good night.