I have no idea why I am writing this post. I decided I must write something and I therefore, am.

Oh I know why I’m writing! This blog is co-owned by three of us, by which I mean my favourite online people Ahnooie and Bartman (and I, of course). They are like absentee landlords on this blog. It was decided early on that we would contribute to this blog and make it famous and one day sell it for a gazillion bucks and buy an island of the coast of Chennai. This is not to be. I say this simply because I am the only one who writes on this blog. Which is why it’ll never be famous and even if, by some quirk of fate, it does, those two aren’t seeing any of it. It’s going to be MY island. Hah.

Wake up, yu two lunkheads. Time to get  busy and WRITE. Eh?

In the meanwhile, my admiration for the Bongladesis grows! They batted like the Indians (Vs England) but bowled and fielded like Bangladeshis, which was way better. I have a feeling that India will send a team with Dravid, Sachin and Sourav and not send an experimental team across simply because the Bonglas have finally arrived. Not too many people might believe so but I really think it’s going to be an interesting series. Those two left arm spinners - Razzak and Rafique, are such a joy to watch bowling. Good good stuff. GO TIGERS.

Also - all those who haven’t watched 300 yet, I urge you to do so posthaste. Superstuff. Like I was telling Bart, it is such a boy flick because of all the blood and gore AND it is also going to be one helluva chickflick because it has very buff men who roam around topless. Heh.

More later.

Riggy.