Another year, another trip around the world to play cricket. Barbados again, this time. It's tough being me, it really is.

swashbuckling cover drive four runs thank you very much get back to your mark and try again

attempting a kevin pietersen-esque flamingo shot through midwicket, unable to remember if it worked

chilling on my bat as i wait for the opposition to recover yet another ball dispatched with disdain into the stands (probably)

on a boat

talking to a parrot about my rapidly evaporating hairline