Just Resting My Mince Pies Day 8: Baboon Baboon Baboon Baboon

Just before we get too complacent, let us not forget, this is a rare and special time in our lives, cricket-wise. And to remind us of two things: a) the natural order of things between us and those danged Ozfolk and b) just how enormous a quantity of excellence that young Neil Hannon manages to cram into his slight and, frankly, rather bloody gorgeous form, and how he can create a side-project called the Duckworth Lewis Method and write a concept album about cricket and this, a whole song based on one ball.

What a ball though.

Life continues at an uneventful pace.

Just Resting My Mince Pies Day 7: I Don't Like Cricket

I LOVE IT.

Ecstatic jubilations on Tuesday, as we grabbed hold of those Aussies by the baggy greens and hoofed them right out of the park. Then we won the cricket. We WON. The CRICKET. In AUSTRALIA. This is an incredible thing. I unfortunately missed it, due to an immense disagreement between myself and my body clock which saw me asleep by 10:30pm but bolt awake at 3am, by which time the players were off the pitch, the champagne was glugged to oblivion, and I had to watch the rolling teletext pages and listen to the light jazz and scream a little scream of you.

No, not you. You're my favourite.

Anyway, the day afterwards, handily, I discovered Test Match Sofa - an alternative commentary, kind of like a melding of TMS and the Guardian OBO but with more swearing. And they have provided today's (well, Tuesday's. It's now Thursday. This is all going terribly well) clip, because they would occasionally play a snippit from the chorus of this song when the wickets fell, in an amusing fashion. And it's been lodged into my head ever since. So this is a crude attempt to dislodge it, which won't work. And you won't enjoy it. Never mind.

Oh, I can't embed it. Way to harsh my buzz, Justin Timberlake.

GONE!