LIFE is certainly never dull in the West Indies.
After the fiasco in Antigua it was every cricket expert under the sun who was banging the drum rather than the Reggae Boyz in the crowd.
Of course it was disgraceful that no-one had spotted that a fast bowler was likely to be sucked into the pitch like a man going down in a whirlpool until 10 deliveries had been bowled.
Yet as soon as the match was switched to the ramshackle old St John's ground, an England side that had capitulated to 51 all out just days earlier racked up 300-2 on the opening day.
You learn in the Caribbean never to judge an apple by it's skin.
Some of the tracks look like minefields.
I remember visiting Barbados with Yorkshire on a pre-season tour and the looks of horror on the faces of Martyn Moxon’s side at a strip with craters, pebbles and cracks of varying sizes – yet the locals made it play like a shirt front.
Gloomy predictions at St John's probably affected the thinking of Chris Gayle who chose to put England in – and then suffered a miserable few hours watching Andrew Strauss thank him personally.
Regular readers should note that from next week my column will appear on Wednesdays. Hope you can all adjust your body clocks accordingly – John.