This stuff ought to be illegal, it’s so much fun: chopping out the roots of The Evil Trees with a .6kg hatchet. Woo hoo!

Sat watching Newcastle v Sporting Lisbon in the UEFA Cup, and I tell you what, that’s a fantastic opening goal for Kieron Dyer. Not only was it a great finish when he was put through, the thing that Greame Souness will be happiest with is that he had a look up first to see if there was anyone in a better position to square it to.

Well, the Poker Night just finished. Ouch. A bit tired (and emotional), a quid odd up but a pack of cards down and a whole slew of chips to clean what with all the food, fag ash and booze caked on them. And my head will hurt in the morning. Oh wait, this is the morning. Well, you know, later this morning.

Good luck to the family Kennedy, I say. Good luck to the poor wain, in particular, bearing as he does the name Donald :->

Finally: a reminder of what a blast the Banff Holiday was.

A day in the garden, and we decided it was time to start slaughtering the bloody leylandii that were down two sides of the garden. Damn, that felt good! There’s so much more light and space now. Still need to fetch out the trunks and roots – another back-breaking job, but I’ll enjoy that even more. At some point there’ll be a fence there instead; happy days.

The garden’s never looked better. Mind you, when most people say their lawn’s crappy, they’re talking figuratively…

I do smell like Jaffa Cakes.