This afternoon was spent in Victoria Park with friends, soaking up the beautiful weather and enjoying various games of football. Beautiful stuff.

It was a great fun, even though my calf muscles and legs are now aching from all the footy. I haven’t had a decent kick about for a long time, I’m not that good to be honest, I did try though and by my reckoning, that alone warrants a place for me in the England national side, well if Owen Hargreaves can get in…

Around 8ish we all left the park and decided to head for Mr. White’s house for a barbecue. Even though there is often a lot of trouble at Mr. White’s functions, he can throw a decent BBQ, I’ll give him that. We went via Sainsbury’s where we picked up meat, coal, beer and all the other essential ingredients required.

The coles took ages to light and after all the exercise, coupled with the fact I didn’t have a proper lunch I was starving. Had I left it to others to get it going, by the time it finally was alight I would be dead, covered in flies with a belly protruding half-way to bloody Boston!

I took matters into my own hands and cooked a burger under the grill. OK that is cheating and totally defeats the whole objective of a BBQ (the smoky flavour, anticipation while it cooks, risk of salmonella) but I was eating before anybody else and I was happy!

Once my hunger needs were resolved, I did tuck into some delicacies off the BBQ, all very nice, most notably BBQed corn on the cob. This is lovely, especially with a bit of butter on the side. Anyone having a BBQ over the summer really should try it as it is simply divine.

As it approached midnight I decided to leave, I was getting tired, others were getting drunk, one girl was very pissed (I suspect she drank the majority of a vodka bottle) and I didn’t want to get involved with another war between White and one if his neighbours. I recommend all police leave be cancelled immediately.

Lastly, in between trips to the toilet I did manage to catch a few moments from the Argentina – Mexico World Cup game. The Argies are very, very good and I predict they’ll win the tournament. It’s just a shame that they’re a bunch of diving, cheating c***’s – and they really, really are. There is more acting in an Argentinean match than a William Shakespeare play. They go down like they have been shot for the slightest of things and are violent little twats themselves. I think come Friday I may do something I have never done before… support the Germans in a football match.