You think you know all about Andrew Symonds. You've heard the wild tales of excess, gaped at the stand-clearing sixes, watched him marmalise bowling attacks and his own reputation in equal measure during his rollercoaster years of top-flight cricket.
Sitting with him in the early summer sunshine at The Oval, the surprises start early.
His preferred reading material? ". It's an Australian magazine about pig-hunting.
"It's a pretty blokey magazine, but they have women in it too. There's a 'Boars and Babes' section. Women in bikinis sitting on big old pigs." He grins. "I don't know how many they sell, but they must be doing alright."
Symonds is fresh off an overnight flight from his native Queensland, the marquee signing for as they prepare for . A week shy of his 35th birthday, he's looking remarkably limber for a man supposedly carrying more baggage than any other active cricketer.
"I'm in the World XI for sleeping - I could sleep anywhere, any time," he says proudly, but this is only part of the story.
Fifteen seasons have passed since Symonds first announced himself to the cricketing world by smashing a world-record 16 sixes in a total of 254 not out for Gloucestershire against Glamorgan.
You'd expect him to be growing weary. Instead, there is a fresh spring in his step, a new calmness about his character. The dreadlocks of old have gone; the enjoyment of his younger years returned.
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