I’ve always thought there was something odd about men’s urinals – a row of guys with their dicks in their hands, staring fixedly at a blank wall to convince themselves they have some privacy. So I guess it should be no surprise that one of the most bizarre moments of my life happened in a public toilet. We were playing Middlesex at Uxbridge, one of their out grounds. It’s different from most county grounds in that the public come and go freely through the pavilion. At the end of the first day’s play, most of the lads went to the bar for a beer but Michael Kasprowicz wanted to bowl in the nets and I agreed to bat against him. I was next in the following morning and, with John Stephenson on his way back to fitness, I was happy to get as much practice as I could to keep hold of my place in the side. We had a good session, and afterwards, as Kasper went to get the dressing-room key, I popped into the toilet, which was part of the shower and locker room area.
