We have recalled Agent Truss from the field, her work is complete.

A few tactical voting disasters where the opposition couldn't coalesce around one candidate: Exmouth & Exeter East Huntingdon Central Devon Bridgwater East Wiltshire Danny Kruger and Mel Stride could've been gone...

It has probably already been done, but there's a fascinating case study to be done on why England struggle so much in team sport finals IMO. Even the ones we win tend to be through-the-fingers stuff.

Is Joylord Gumbie the finest name ever given to a human being?

The pull shots, oh lord the pull shots. RIP. youtu.be/hnELCuBRoXQ?si…

John Fuckingidiot (soiled himself) Kelly Thickaspigshit (wept like a toddler) Dave Stupidracistcunt (begged and pleaded)

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Both batsmen reaction here is gold.

Remarkably seem to be able to hear Massive Attack all the way down in Easton.

But what if I told you Oasis are really, really shit?

Seeing Candyman far too young was a very formative moment for many of us I feel. Iconic.

Also, the man negotiating a $1000 dollar bonus for every bee sting received is the sort of business savvy I would never be capable of.

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Justice for George Ford, always and forever.

Definitely enough in the air and off the pitch here for me to already be getting angry about England's bowling.

Just jumped up in the office and silent screamed for that wicket. Jofra my captain my king.

Not sure how successful England's pioneering new tactic of winning the toss, choosing to bowl but electing not to take wickets will prove in the long run.

You had to suspect that, at some point, England's strategy of winning the toss and electing to chase 370 was going to come unstuck.

My favourite kind of musician is the one I know nothing about, who disappears for years, and occasionally pops back to casually drop a stone cold classic. Three absolutely titanic LPs.

Satantango remains the greatest way to pass 7 1/2 hours and the boiled potatoes in The Turin Horse will forever haunt my dreams.