I have three philosophies on sport, and they are each quite simple.

• I go to Loughborough Uni, which by virtue of it being a sporting university means that I am automatically fitter than anyone who doesn't come here.
• I was built for comfort not for speed.
• No pain; No pain.

I also don't like computer games. Combine my hatred of consoles, with distaste for 'healthy movement' (especially football) and you have my ultimate nemesis; Pro Evolution Soccer. Unfortunately when you live in a house with four people who are more enthusiastic (one is the worlds greatest football statto, two coach the Lufbra freshers' team and the other, well he just really likes football) then you end up witnessing a lot of Pro Evo.

However today I got my revenge. Not only do I have a passionate loathing for this type of thing, I'm crap at it too (the two things are probably not related). This meant when I scored my first goal, then actually went onto win (with the assistance of the Swan) it practically left Jono and Sean in tears. Ok, not tears, but pretty stunned. Unfortunately this good luck has actually got me a little interested and I can see myself trying it again, at least until I prove it was an entire fluke and once again resign to "never playing the damn thing again".

So I'm in a good mood. I'm also in a good mood because my video showreels are done and because all else is well in my world. The kitchen and lounge a spotless following a crusade to clean it all up (it was looking a state). I'm also in a good mood because my product didn't get ripped apart in my critique session. Sweet.