ANOTHER year, another unhealthy dose of high-profile twenty over claptrap to sit through.
The IPL is back and once again I find myself wholly unmoved by the entire charade. If I wanted to feast on some overhyped, outrageously marketed yet unbearably dull rubbish for a few hours I’d read a Harry Potter book.
There are thousands of things I’d rather do than watch the IPL, such as standing in front of a bowling machine whacked up to the ‘Unhinged Akhtar’ setting.
JOHN EVANS, via email
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