Happy birthday Bob

Sometimes I just don't realise how lucky I am. I get so used to watching cricket overseas that it takes a minute of stepping back to realise what I'm up to. A Test match, in Sabina Park, in Jamaica and it's Bob Marley's birthday. The likes of Sir Viv Richards and Michael Holding appear around corners. We go to a bar owned by Courtney Walsh who is always checking up on us to see we're happy.

Sadly we don't see as much of Kingston as we usually do of a Test venue thanks to the universal advice not to walk about too much. Indeed a couple of Barmy Army boys were picked up by someone in a car the other day having basically been told that they should under no circumstances be walking around that particular area on their own.

The cricket itself has been fairly uninspiring and the crowd disappointing. Not only that, but you can't walk all the way around the ground so people are stuck in whatever stand they happen to be in without the option of meeting up which means it looks even emptier.

But the sun is shining, cricket legends appear everywhere and we're watching Test cricket, in Sabina Park, in Jamaica. And we're drinking rather a lot of rum and Red Stripe. Happy birthday Bob. Cheers to you.