I'm fully aware that GA is becoming a parade of red hot sporting supernovas, but I was watching the cricket today (yeah, really) and suddenly this magnificent, lumbering carrot-toped carthorse began lurching around the field with the elegance of an erratically steered oil tanker and I was struck dumb. In amidst the preening, bronzed hard bod goms of South Africa and England and their garishly skin-coloured supporters, a pristine unicorn of ging emerged to play the role of Twelfth Man (cricket's fancy name for a substitute), bumbled about the pitch and threw himself heartily into his task to much guffawing from the commentators, in a typical piece of anti-auburn prejudice. But not here; here he found a simpatico, and for his commendable efforts on the pitch, and receding roux pate, Alastair Gray has been elevated to the hallowed crease of Ginger Adonis.Left: Alastair Gray, all 8 foot 6 of him.
