There is a quite amusing, if very English, wrap up of the year’s cricket online here. The highlight is undoubtedly letter E:

E is for Eggs
The year’s most shocking revelation came when Glenn McGrath admitted that he likes his fried eggs positioned bang in the middle of his toast, which must be white. There must be no overhanging egg white and the toast must be cut into quarters. Leading Australian psychiatrists described this level of precision as “perfectly normal”, while their British equivalents called it “barmy as a can of peas and no mistake”. More comforting for British fans, though, was the knowledge that there were now two such people in the world. Previously we had thought there was only one, a notorious wicketkeeper who wore the same floppy cap every day for 20 years, ate Weetabix only if it had been soaked in milk for 12 minutes and blindfolded people who wanted to visit his house. Are there many others still at large?