Nesta Quin was born on a starry night four decades ago on the shores of the Parramatta River just a stones throw from the Sydney Harbour Bridge. He was educated at Fort Street and Sydney University where he occasionally attended classes when not playing cricket. He has never married, has accidentally sired four beautiful children and is perennially haunted by the memory of repercussions suffered after sledging an aging Jeff Thomson in South Brisbane one sunny afternoon. Although, chronically ergophobic Nesta is currently writing a book about kookaburras, aromatherapy and jelly beans. If you’d like to contact Nesta click here.
The Tooting Trumpet sits in South London and contemplates the great gift that is cricket. You can find me talking about cricket at http://guerillacricket.com/ and writing about it at http://www.theguardian.com/sport/99-94-cricket-blog and http://www.wisdenindia.com/author/garynaylor.
I write about theatre at http://www.broadwayworld.com/author/Gary-Naylor#.U-dDKYBdXE4, football at http://evertonia.wordpress.com/ and other stuff at http://tootingtrumpet.wordpress.com/.
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Rajesh Kannan’s first memory is India’s win at the World Championship of Cricket in 1985, and things have gone downhill ever since. Living in sunny Singapore, he’s spared the jingoism of a national cricket press, but wishes he could just retire and travel to watch cricket full-time. In the meantime, he’s content to catch the game on the tube, and continues his fruitless search for a stroke to match Mark Waugh’s flick off the hips.