A strange old week

Evening all. I have been awful in posting lately- have had job applications and interviews to sort out and a job to keep down.

Anyhow, it has been a strange old week.

Iran has decided to detain British sailors- and in doing so have broken countless International Treaties in doing so. Irrespective of the rights and wrongs of the Iraq War and Allied treatment of detainees, there cannot be any justification for this barbarous act.

The England football team actually managed to score a goal and win a game.. albeit against part-time handymen, postmen and bank clerks from the world's most dirtiest international team in the world, namely Andorra. Thoughts harked back in the mind of the media, to England's last "turnip" of a manager, Graham Taylor. If you ask me, Taylor would have done a better job if the media would have given him an ounce of support. I don't quite feel the same about McLaren though- he is far too unadventurous and dull as drying paintwork to utilise the undoubted talent in the squad.

The riddle surrounding Bob Woolmer's death also continues to intrigue. There can be little doubt that cricket has lost one of its finest servants in Bob. However, how the police authorities in Jamaica have yet to determine cause and motives of death is beyond me. Its at times like this that one needs that wirely old Detective, Jack Frost to be truth not fiction.

Of course, Sir Elton celebrated his 60th birthday in true Elton style: performing a 3 hr concert in Maddison Square Gardens to over 100,000 fans of the legend from Pinner.

And we have the start possibly of summer. As the band Texas tell us, we need to keep an "inner smie". Yet what I find incredibly amusing is despite the fact it is still freezing outside, the moment an ounce of sunshine peeps through the cloud, summerwear becomes the norm rather than the exception.

Let me explain more. I was on a train earlier today and there was a girl of about 20 who was dressed as she was watching cricket in Antigua today. Not sure how the cute little thing wasn't freezing to death. It was the same on Thursday, when the girlfriend decided in her infinate wisdom to wear a skirt when we went to the pub. Now, I wouldn't usually complain as she dpes look rather cute- but still its April not August.

Then there is the sunglasses. Sometimes I think that I am stuck in a timewarp and back with David Tennant in the 70s. Or at least thats it seems like when the sun is out. It seems that the big, fat, unstylish sunnies are back for now at least. I believe that Victoria Beckham brought back this craze. Yet everywhere I drive or walk now, all I see is very pretty young ladies, looking radiant in the midday sun- until you see the sunnies. Blimey we're not even in summer yet.

A strange old week really.