The BBC running commentary is hilarious, here's a few comments through the day, best to read from the bottom up:
18:53: That was the biggest load of rubbish I have ever seen. Lots of Aussies going berserk in Adelaide, lots of Englishmen looking like they've arrived home to find the French doors have been smashed and their new plasma TV's been stolen. Thanks for staying with me for the last 10 days - it's been a mix of emotions, but mainly depression and boredom, with a bit of anger and embarrassment thrown in. I'm off to Venice this weekend though, that should be nice, they don't even know what cricket is there. Bye.
18:42: Jones drops an inside edge off Anderson. I'm not bothered, I don't even like cricket. Hussey then swings Anderson away for four before pushing one into the covers to complete a crushing six-wicket victory. 168-4
18:38: Flintoff looks a bit teary now. So does my cricket editor, he's got to put up with another month of this. Nine more to win. 159-4
15:20: Before any of you Poms slit your wrists, remember that Australia have a dreadful record of chasing down paltry totals. This isn't over by a long chalk.
15:06: It doesn't seem quite right crying about a game of cricket, but I think I might have a little tear when the Aussies chase this paltry total down. This is, as Steve Waugh calls it, mental disintegration.
14:58: Sky has gone down! One of their engineers has obviously got so irate he's cut a few cables.
14:25: Those 16th Century English protestants had nothing on this Aussie team and their hideous instruments of torture. This is like watching someone get tarred, feathered, skinned and flambéed.
14:12: I've witnessed some pitiful England displays in my time, in all manner of sports, but this is undoubtedly the most pitiful. No wonder Lee's team-mates have started sledging him, I reckon they feel sorry for England.
14:06: Colly turns Warney away for a single and Gilo is exposed to Warne, which is a bit like exposing a raw sore to diesel. And Gilo has gone, a big, fat duck from the King of Spain.
13:46: The Aussies are convinced they've got Jones caught behind, Warne spinning one past the face of his bat. Umpire Bucknor disagrees and Warne looks like he's just got back from the pub to find he's left the bath running. Jones flicks him away for one and Warne gives him some serious grief when he gets to his end. This is hell on earth. 90-5
13:41: Can Jones and Collingwood make it until tea? I hope so, because if they don't, that's killed this Ashes series pretty much stone dead. At it stands, this is shaping up to be the most unpleasant night I've had since I got very drunk on cider when I was a student and ended up having to sleep at Dorchester station.
12:50: "I have had three coffees and 10 fags and it's not even lunch. What a bunch of nerve-wrecking stuff. Looks like work's off tomorrow..."