Bumble in the desert: Bit of a relief that it's a snog-free zone
Learning all the time: Botham
It's a snog-free zone
When you tour overseas you have to abide by the local customs and here in Dubai you can drink alcohol only in the hotels. I also hear that it is breaking the law to kiss in public and, as I am spending most of my evenings with Michael Atherton and Nasser Hussain, I'm relieved to hear that.
Beefy blows a fuse
You may have seen that Sir Ian Botham
is new to Twitter and he was quite perturbed when a punter on there
threatened to blow him up. I had to sit him down and explain the Twitter
procedure. I'm normally called a 'white English dog'. It's a term of
Looking hot to Trott
I do hope Jonathan Trott doesn't see himself merely as a fill-in bowler and instead considers himself an attacking option. In these conditions a wicket-to-wicket dobber coupled with DRS will pick up the odd wicket, as he did on Wednesday, because if he hits the pad it's out.
Who pays the ferryman
I'm trying to arrange a game of golf – Vaughan and Botham v Hussain and Lloyd. But the stumbling block is who pays for the taxi because the course is an hour away. Nasser tends not to speak when you play a bad shot. It promises to be a quiet round.
Taxing question: Who will cough up for the cab fare, Vaughan (left) or Hussain
Telling it straight
England wicketkeeper Matt Prior was spot on when he said you have to play straight on this pitch and Pakistan gave a lesson in playing off-spin. They just kept a straight bat to Graeme Swann and were not afraid at times to hit him over the top. Swann bowled well but Pakistan were organised.
Spot on: Matt Prior hit the nail on the head
Blowers is just the ticket
Jools Holland is playing here next month and I'm hoping Henry Blofeld gets me a ticket. He's a mate of Jools and was sitting front of house at his New Year special watching Sandie Shaw. Buddy Greco sang Fly Me to the Moon and Blowers looked as if he was on the moon.
Closing down Sale
Great as ever to see Sportsmail's Charlie Sale here but the great man worked himself into a bit of a lather when the Telegraph's Scyld Berry, known to his mates as Tony, nicked his taxi back to the hotel the other night and left him stranded in the desert. Luckily, Charlie is not the sort to bear a grudge…