it was a freezing night at vfl park in melbourne and they had just introduced the stump microphone. rainy, miserable night it was. ray bright was our 12th man and i spent several overs trying to get his attention. in the end i yelled into the stump mic, 'hey brighty, where's me f—ing jumper?' i thought they'd cut it out, but apparently it went to air. packer wasn't impressed. got hauled over the coals for that one!