As anyone who knows me well (or even just vaguely) will probably be able to tell you that sport isn't really 'my thing'. I have been know to dabble from time to time; golf, rugby, hockey and giant bar jenga (Hall Champion 2004) have all been unwittingly attacked by me, however no other sport matches my complete ineptitude more than Football.

When I was at primary school I was in the school football team. Position? Left back. Not even the joke version '...in the changing room' - I was in the team though in retrospect the fact there were only eleven boys in the class may have had something to do with this. We didn't even have subs. On one occasion I seem to recall being brought off for a girl from Year 5, which must have been the lowest point in my football career to date.

Therefore I have no passion or desire for the game, unlike many of my friends and colleagues who are infatuated. However, I was not going to pass up a free ticket to see a local game if I could avoid it. My trip to the Baggies this afternoon was my first 'home' game, being that the only other 'proper' match I have ever attended was in Milan at the San Siro, which although was enjoyable, was also very high up, very cold, and performed entirely in Italian. It was then a relief to attend a local ground, in warm weather, where everyone speaks English (or something close to it) and to be able to see the players without the Hubble telescope.

The game went well for the blue and white team (which Adam told me were the ones we were meant to be supporting. Joke. I'm not that ignorant) and not so well for the away team which happened to be Portsmouth. It was probably something to do with their vile kit which could be described as bloody nose with a cold. The fans thankfully had more taste and were wearing only the blue home kit.

The final score was 2-1 and it was good to feel a bit more part of the atmosphere than last time. We very nearly were not part of the atmosphere at all when as we walked to the train station that morning we discovered that the trains were in fact, surprise, surprise, not working, but thankfully we hitched a lift with an anonymous man back to Stourbridge where we were able to get a connection to The Hawthorns.

Now home and fed I'm going to get on with some more work odds and ends. Grr. I spent yesterday conversing with DDS about our little business proposition, and guess what? I've generated some more work for myself. We've got some fairly cool ideas so we'll have to see if the effort 'pays' off.