When my hair is long enough to be cut, I go to my wife's hairdresser, and she generally pays for it.

My mantra is: put your brain into gear and if you can add to what's on the screen then do it, otherwise shut up.

Out in the field, you haven't got anyone whispering into your ear saying all sorts of things, you've got to do it yourself.

The slow-motion replay doesn't show how fast the ball was really travelling.

Bruce Reid is not the worst batsman there is at international level but those who are worse would not need to hire the Myer Music Bowl to hold a convention.

The only thing that really annoys me is when all of a sudden you hear yourself on the radio advertising Smith's tyre shop or Blenkinsop's jam. They simply can't do that. And in Australia, occasionally I have to take action.

From our broadcasting box you can't see any grass at all. It is simply a carpet of humanity.