Today in the Telegraph - unlinked - Jeff Wells writes about nonsense out of India, and a pet issue of mine, gloating Poms:
Will we ever be able to separate international opponents from their media?
It is probably inpossible. We may not harbour warped and twisted hatreds of the average Englishman but the implacable ability of Fleet Street to look down their noses when we are beating them, and then their gloating like stoats when they finally beat us - albeit in the hundredth minute with a wussy drop goal - in the World Cup is really too much to bear.
There are reports that it is unsafe to walk the streets of London without being shouldered aside by testosterone-crazed Hooray Henrys - accountants in trilbies - who all think they have turned into Lawrence Dallaglio.
Kiddies, say no to Ashes sentiment!