The weekend that was...

Quietly, I turned 30.

Last year, on this day - I was in Bali with Fred. Sigh.

As most people from my part of the world may have watched and read - the World Cup finals provided a fitting finale to the worst tournament in the sport's history. It was also the first game this year I watched in its entirety. For a few minutes, the whole world that tuned in (irrespective of intelligence) was bound by the same ignorance of what was happening on the pitch. Surely this can happen only a sport like cricket where the governing body is made up of such buffoons.

Thanks to the official pricks, it was a sad display of the sport to the rest of the world - the majority that do not care or intend to play the game.

It was sad that Australia did not win it the way the would have loved to - convincingly. There will always be a shadow of doubt - despite the fact that Australia were the deserved winners of the tournament. And the time between the last ball and presenting the World Cup to the Aussies; every other sport has a quicker turn-around time for the presentation of the trophy to the winners.

And you have to feel sorry for the Lankans. They won a new fan in me. Their attitude, graciousness and humilty are great attributes their neighbours could do well with.

As for the controversy regarding Mandira's saree: I am for the strictest form of punsiment to be meted out to this bitch. There was nothing fashionable or remeotely cool about the saree. She deserved to be locked up for wearing something as ugly as that and passing it off as a fashion-statement-for-the-moment. Stupid bitch.

Congrats to Manchester United for beating Chelsea to No.1 spot in England. If Chelsea do manage to squeak in (by some twist of fate and numbers) - I will buy Jose's biography. As of now - its Champions League and FA Cup for us to look forward to.