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I have to say it’s nice to be in the middle of a football tournament without having to deal with a bunch of supermarket-visiting, replica-shirt-wearing, knuckle-dragging, lager-drinking, obscenity-shouting, bile-spitting racist neanderthal thugs. I do not miss my days of putting up flags around the garage in a display of mock patriotism and selling multipacks of Carling to every man who stops in for petrol.

It was nice to be out of the sun today, but my God it was muggy. Muggier than a big mug with a picture of someone’s mug on it. We had the air-conditioning blasting in the office and I still felt like I was dressed in thermals and a jumper. Maybe I’m ill….

I seem to have made a good impression so far at work. I’ve managed to meet most of the staff at all three sites I’m sort-of responsible for, and Gavin says they’ve all said very nice, complimentary things about me. I’m not sure what those things might be, as the most I did on any of my visits was to have a walk around and chat to people. Maybe they were impressed by the way I wear my shoes….

RC 17-6-21