The Trouble With Australia...

...is that I stare at every person I pass in the street, and I hear in my head:

I bet he's good at cricket.

Then the next person goes past and I think:

I bet he's good at cricket too.

I can't help myself. My mind is a constant chorus of:

I bet he's a classy cricketer.

I bet she's good at cricket.

I bet he bowls leg-spin. And I bet he's good.