Here we go, here we go, here we go...

Sorry, dear reader, I have been a tad tied up with my new life. Back in the real world England have been knocked out of the Euros, thank heaven as I was searching for a newly painted walls to give me some entertainment. England, Ireland and Wales have been beaten with varying degrees of difficulty by the southern hemisphere rugby superpowers whilst the Sweaties manage to beat the Aussies (closer to the truth is that the weather beat them - always been fair weather performers the men in gold) and then stumble past Fiji and Samoa and come back home as the heroes of the north. Go figure. The world is about to come to a finish if Mervyn King's proclamations are to be believed and yet the euro is still trading at around 20% above what should be its true value against both the dollar and sterling. Go figure again. The torch continues to find corners of the UK that most of us have avoided for safety reasons for many years. The Queen is having to cosy up to an individual who 20 years ago was considered to be promoting terrorism and petrol is not going up after all, due to the political equivalent of 40 recently decapitated chickens now running the country. Looking forward to the end of world, but only after we've got the Euros, one day series against the Aussies, the Tour de France (a Brit to win according to the bookies), the test series against the South Africans, the Olympics and who knows Mclaren may find a set of mechanics who can actually change a set of Lewis' tyres in less than a minute, before we get there.

Let's not mention Wimbledon!