We seem to have missed out on a string of sporting successes this week. What with our football hopes hanging by a thread, Lewis Hamilton’s unfortunate near miss at the F1 Championship, the rugby boys’ valiant defeat to the ‘Boks, and me forgetting to take my googles when I went swimming this evening – all in all it’s been pretty disastrous for the English these past few days.

On the flipside, we still know how to celebrate whatever the result, and thankfully last night Will arranged for his birthday to coincide with the Big Match, so we ended up down the Foley Arms before heading into Stourbridge for the night.

Tom and George made a surprise visit, and what with Gwyz over, the girls, and a few other faces it was a good little crowd. Plus we managed to talk our way into a couple of bars after they had said no; always a bonus, never a disappointment.

I can sense the next few days are going to be keeping me on my toes. There are one or two projects that need to get a good kick start at the beginning of the week and I can’t see it getting much quieter.