Love Letter to Shane Warne
11 th January ’22 — King isn’t Dead I’m feeling mildly irate, but if you know me, you’ll know that I’m almost always mildly irate . At 20.47 hours, I’m finally done with office work. The whole day I’ve either stared at the laptop like a 15-year-old stares at his chemistry teacher’s cleavage or been stuck on impotency-accelerating work calls after e mailing my resignation at noon. Since 9.53pm last night, I’ve had a few glasses of water. My 24-hour non religious fast is almost done. I’m about to meet a human — this human is late. I step out of the work-from-café — put on my headphones & punch into YouTube to see what’s new on TalkSport . Fun Fact : These fuckers call themselves Talk Sport but they never talk about anything, but Football. So, I’m stunned to see a brisk — 3.18 minutes — podcast with the King . Warne reveals that he grew up loving & wanting to play professional Aussie Rules Football , not Cricket. And he was damn good at it too. But, at age 19, he rece...