Journal Entry 1 by LastEdition on Monday, April 09, 2007

Synopsis (amazon):
It seemed a simple enough idea at the outset: to assemble a team of eleven men to play cricket on each of the seven continents of the globe. Except -- hold on a minute -- that's not a simple idea at all. And when you throw in incompetent airline officials, amorous Argentine Colonels' wives, cunning Bajan drug dealers, gay Australian waiters, overzealous American anti-terrorist police, idiot Welshmen dressed as Santa Claus, Archbishop Desmond Tutu and whole armies of pitch-invading Antarctic penguins, you quickly arrive at a whole lot more than you bargained for. Harry Thompson's hilarious book tells the story of one of those great idiotic enterprises that only an Englishman could have dreamed up, and only a bunch of Englishmen could possibly have wished to carry out. 

Journal Entry 2 by LastEdition on Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Perhaps this should be categorised under "biography" - not really sure.
The travel adventures are quite amusing but as I have absolutely no concept of cricket in any form I found the play-by-play descriptions tedious.