Last Saturday, pliskin and I caught some quality surf at the witterings, with almost 2ft of wave! OK, so 2ft doesn’t sound too amazing but it was great to be able to surf 10 mins away from the house. Both of us, utterly resplendent in our neoprene coverings that left only a small amount of face uncovered – warding off the coldest sea temperatures of the year, found ourselves to be a little lacking in arm strength required and vowed to do some exercises.

The forecast is looking good for this weekend too.

On the footy front, we both played for SV on sunday for the first time in a while. We played terribly, needless to say, losing to la sports by three goals. Crappy defence was to blame really, not the keeper. It seems doubtful that we’ll get anywhere near promotion with this form!

I’ve always supported any English teams in Europe, even the scum themselves, Man U, but yesterday I found myself rooting for barca and cheering when they scored – such is my loathing of Mourinho. Eto’o and Ronaldinho both played well and made some of chelsea’s players look ordinary.

Pinkie and I nailed the Cha Cha Cha last night and made some good progress with the tango. Bring on the Rumba next week!

Hopefully T and S weren’t anywhere near the bombs in india and haven’t encountered any further aggressive monkeys.

Decoy out.