It Was Sad Leaving The Bbc; Not Quite Like Being Divorced, But You Don't Leave After A Period Stretching From 1960 To 1999 Without Feeling A Certain Number Of Pangs.
But I Think The Only Thing That Annoys Me About That Is If I Suddenly Find Someone On Commercial Radio Or Something Like That, Mimicking My Voice Or Actions And Trying To Promote A Product And Pretending It's Me Doing It.
The Only Thing That Really Annoys Me Is When All Of A Sudden You Hear Yourself On The Radio Advertising Smith's Tyre Shop Or Blenkinsop's Jam. They Simply Can't Do That. And In Australia, Occasionally I Have To Take Action.
From Our Broadcasting Box You Can't See Any Grass At All. It Is Simply A Carpet Of Humanity.
Media Were Never Allowed Into An Australian Dressing Room Until I Became Skipper. I Changed That And Invited Them In At The Close Of Play Each Day, Thereby Confirming For Many Administrators They Had Appointed A Madman As Captain.
Coogee Is A Delightful, Slightly Old-fashioned Suburb; It Has Parks And Gardens And Reserves, A Good Well-kept Beach, And An Excellent Promenade Above The Beach. It Is A Suburb For People Who Appreciate Those Aspects Of Life.
In Fact, As A Spin Bowler, You Have To Work On The Batsman Over After Over.
The Problem With Relying On Nostalgia For Commentary Is That People Only Remember The Good Things.
When My Hair Is Long Enough To Be Cut, I Go To My Wife's Hairdresser, And She Generally Pays For It.
Any Captain Can Only Do His Best For The Team And For Cricket. When You Are Winning, You Are A Hero. Lose, And The Backslappers Fade Away.
Bruce Reid Is Not The Worst Batsman There Is At International Level But Those Who Are Worse Would Not Need To Hire The Myer Music Bowl To Hold A Convention.
