'Cause when it's summer in Australia if you don't like cricket let me tell you it's a real bummer, that.

Rooster, Raffles, Kiwi and I are off to the cricket Test this morning - and a fine day it is to be resting on your can in the Prindiville stand.

Facing south, we will be in a prime position to gauge precisely when 'The Fremantle Doctor', as Tony Greig calls it, is 'in'. (The rest of us call it, 'the sea breeze').

Meanwhile, Hazel is borrowing Rooster and Burp's oldest, Bayleaf, and they're off to see 'Corpse Bride'.

After the epic Kong, Hazel and I flopped outta bed a little late, and are in a bit of a hurry.

Says Hazel, in her none-too-edifying, de-personifying way of late: "If I were to hop onto the computer when we were in a rush, you'd howl the house down".

Yes, Hazel, but I do have a public to consider.