So what did I do Friday night? Yep. Eight hours solid of beer. Was cheerily dancing at a dodgy pub in Collingwood until a late hour. And then spent the next day standing in a paddock for the length of the afternoon. What do you do after a day of cricket? Yep. Beer. It had been a particularly difficult but satisfying day fielding so we had earned a celebratory drink or three. Rosco the cheery housemate and I obviously needed a relaxed cold one watching Jason Bourne and laughing at the Aussies losing to England on Sunday and naturally you need a quiet sip from a can when you're mixing up some hot shit with the bandmates just as we did last night.

Harpo: the will of iron. Of iron.

Now, what other resolutions can I ignore? I hereby resolve to wear hats, to read more books about Spanish agriculture and to eat kebabs every Michaelmas. Bwaa hahah!

¶ 4:00 pm