When he was a knee high to an off spinner, Jarrod’s parents could not afford a junior cricket bat, so his fathers team mates cut a broken bat in half and gave it to him. Through childhood he carried that bat everywhere. Some say if you look at him today he still carries that bat with him, metaphorically speaking, not on the tram (or the tube). On the field he was a leg spinning all rounder, his major skills in cricket revolved around fielding, sledging and captaining, which didn’t help at the selection tables. He once saw one player try to stab another with a stump. He once opened the bowling with two spinners, (Martin Crowe like), him and his mate got spanked. As well as cricket has he dabbled in film making and is currently making some sort of living out of cricket writing. His proudest moment is waking up Adam Gilchrist accidentally on a plane, and a documentary where you can see inside a guys asshole. He hopes, but does not really care, that you like his blogs.