Beautiful games...

My father and I had one of those precious conversations today on the phone. We were both laughing until we cried. The source of our amusement? A game of cricket, with a difference.

Today a group of Imams played against a group of Christian clergy, and thrashed them! The first successful hit the Christians took accidently hit the umpire right in the delicates! My father even caught a Muslim cleric cheering on the opposition. When he asked why, the cleric explained that the Christians needed all the support they could get, they were doing so badly!

The day was wonderful apparently. It makes me proud to be from Leicester.

chicken soup for the sleep...

I do love my chickens, really I do. Its just that for some unfathomable reason, they've decided that their principle purpose in life is to wake me up at 6.30am. Winter has just ended, and the sun is rising earlier and earlier. I dread to think what time I may be waking every morning this summer thanks to their assistance. The thing is this; I know they're doing it for my attention, because even if the food bowl is full they still stand outside my bedroom window clucking away, then follow me enthusiastically around the garden. I've forgotton all my animal psychology, its 6 years since I did my A-levels. So, if I respond to their noisy behaviour, do I risk reinforcing it?! See, keeping chickens isn't as simple as you might think!

video killed the radio star...

hello! I'm on radio again tonight. Very, very excited. You can listen at the BBC Radio Leicester website, at 9.40 bst. If, you know, you happen to feel like it!