Ashes in the mouth

There's an article that's just appeared on cricinfo about "the Real Douglas Jardine": http://content.cricinfo.com/engvaus/content/story/213701.html. It sounds like he was a pretty uptight kind of guy. I remember watching that mini series about Bodyline back in the early eighties. The article says old Doug was portrayed as a cross between Bertie Wooster and Hyde. I reckon he came across more like a close relation to Darth Vader, one who had been to public school, unforgiving of both the opposition and his own men, and yeah, very cool. I'm sure that the viewer was supposed to sympathise with the poor Australians, Bradman and all, but Jardine was a great anti-hero.
Clearly Vaughan isn't an ex-public school boy, but he did appear to be trying to adopt a bit of Jardine's aloofness when telling Ponting where to stick his suggestion that players be trusted to be the judges of whether they'd caught a ball cleanly or not. On the first morning at Lord's, it even seemed a bit like Bodyline, with Harmison very satisfying clanging the helmets of each of the Australian's top three. Then I read afterwards a quote in which Harmison said he didn't like hitting batsmen. What would Jardine have done had Harold said such a thing? Threatened to send him back down a coal mine I imagine. Obviously Vaughan doesn't have this option, but perhaps he should sit Harmison down and show him videos of Lillee and Thomson terrorising our lot back in the 70's, and then a few minutes of Merv Hughes trying to do the same in the early 90's (just for some light relief). If that doesn't work then someone should remind him that some of us have had to watch the likes of Neil Foster and Phil Defreitas opening England's bowling for the past 20 odd years. Botham? Medium pacer. Gough? Too short. Let 'em have it, Stephen, knocking their f*cking heads off.