I was still in my scratcher this morn reading the Bruce/Andy Guest Editor edition of Surfermag drinking a BC coz it was way too cold in my apartment to even consider getting out of bed when the Motorola slvr started vibrating against the floorboards with an incoming text message. ‘God,’ I thought, that’ll be the X, aka Pure Evil aka Snakes With ***** continuing on her quest to twist my melon… But no, it was a +61 number. ‘Yeah, yeah’ I thought. That’ll be one of my ‘mates’ in Australia gloating over English cricket’s latest spectacular failure…
But no, it was actually Adrian ‘Ace’ Buchan letting me know he’d beem awarded the Wildcard spot on the WCT for 2007. (I didn’t have his number coz I smashed my phone into a thousand pieces in a rage talking to Pure Evil last week and lost ALL my numbers…) Anyway, Ace hurt his ankle early in 2006 and didn’t make a CT appearance in his rookie year until Trestles, and has had to wait to see if he’d got the spot. He has, so well done AB.
It’s absolutely PUMPING here at the moment. I heard la nord was mental a couple of days ago and saw some pretty sick tow in footage, just waiting for the mercury to get up above 273 kelvin and the freezing mist to clear so that I can go for a splash somewhere.
In other news, me, man like Higson and Peter Donkey are going to the Vestal Christmas party tonight in Biarritz, free booze and scran, just how we like it.