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Hard Times. Hard Times. We live in hard times -we’re told daily- and with winter, ever closer each morning, day dreams of a season abroad won’t go away. On hard, flat decks overseas, the first ton? Sri Linka, Windies or India, ideally. But comfort zones won’t do. My gonzo cricket writing pretensions (a unique fancy) tell me Pakistan. Yes I dream of Pakistan. I dream of Pakistan. No one else in the world of cricket wants to go there. Ideal then. Can tell tall tales about my exploits there and eat all the Nihari I can stuff my face with. If I’m down the Old Kent road in January, my dreams will have bitten the dust. Again.