How good is the T20 cricket that's on at the moment. It's like cricket for the goldfish-memory generation, of course, but it's pretty enjoyable all the same. It's all over so quickly it sort of defies too much analysis.

Imagine (if you will) a quick interview with Usain Bolt following a blistering 100m blitz down the track. 'Usain, take us through the race!'
'Well....Gaz, as you can see, I start as quickly as I can then I run really fast and ooh, I've finished first.'
Well that for me, is about as much as you need to hear in a post-match interview about the slap, bang, wallop of T20.

Still, I was very encouraged that Ponting was mystified by the Aussie defeat. You're the flaming captain, mate. You work it out! Of course, Ponting's not my cup of tea, really. There's a touch of the George W Bush about the bloke - a lot of cocksure strutting about but a sense that he's not entirely sure what's going on - though it must be added that if Punter's batting was on a par with Dubya's presidency he'd be turning out for the Metro 2's on Friday - as the drinks carrier.

I'm still of the opinion that T20 is not proper cricket, that a whole day of slow-paced grind with the ball nipping off the surface and the batsmen chipping away for a foothold is more what it's about.

In other words, cricket should be dull, impenetrable and only for the purists. Although my mate offers a different opinion, insisting it's still cricket, just speeded up. In a quest to prove his point he poured himself a sizable Canadian Club. 'All right' he said 'I have to neck this in one, whereas you can savour your real ale... but at the end of the day it's still booze!' And with that he downed it, wobbled slightly, and had to have a sit-down. But then that's what T20 is. It's breathless, bonkers and downright silly sometimes.

Occasionally it's very one-sided - usually when South Africa are muscling teams out the way in an efficient Mourinho's-Chelsea kind of way - but mostly it's as end-to-end as that Champs League quarter-final 4-4 draw between Chelsea and Liverpool - and if a sport can make you (not to mention the potentially fuddy-duddies of Lord's) as giddy and grateful as that match did, then let's have more of it.

If England can get a grip on the Aussies for the rest of the summer then the T20 will just be a dimly-remembered fireworks display. And I can't wait for the Ashes to begin.