So, amazingly, the England cricket team can actually play a bit. Victory in the ashes is sweet indeed. 18 years of ridicule from those insufferably smug antipodean gobshites are finally over. Which was enough to put a spring in my step this morning, despite making my way to work for the seventh day of a job which a trained dog, nay, a trained canary could do. I'm amazed they haven't found a canary for the position actually - they wouldn't even have to pay him £6.50 an hour. It is a relief to be working at all at the moment, but I hope I find something a bit more stimulating soon. I'm practically gnawing my own hands off in sheer boredom. I wonder if the England team need anyone to polish their trophies for them?