Today I reach the grand old age of 28. Feel free to buy me cakes and other assor­ted gifts (mmm, subtle).

Apparently, I share my birth­day with John Leguizamo (Spawn, Ice Age), Willem Dafoe (Platoon, Spider Man), Don Henley (The Eagles), Gustav Hertz (Nobel-prize winning physi­cist) and Rev. William Archibald Spooner (inven­ted “Spoonerisms”). Exciting, huh?

What goes Peyow! Duga-duga-duga-duga-duga-duga-duga-duga?

Just a quick note to recom­mend Arirang. It’s a Korean BBQ restaur­ant on Barrack Street — complete with the barbe­cue in the middle of the table. They bring out the meat and you cook it yourself, before eating it out of a lettuce leaf (as if it were a tortilla). Not something you see every­day and as a bonus, the food’s really good aswell. The puddings get a special mention too — my “peach fantasia” was a replica peach made from chocol­ate, ice cream and a fererro rocher as the stone (I dare you to make the “really spoil­ing us” gag). Brilliant.

Yes, that means I’m in Perth, Australia and yes, I’m feeling smug. G’night mate.

Don’t send out an email that starts:

Dear XX XXXXX

…then contin­ues with:

Thank you for recently enter­ing our North Carolina Sweet Potato compet­i­tion in conjunc­tion with Sainsbury’s, Onlinetravel.com and American Airlines.

You what? I entered a Sweet Potato compet­i­tion!? When?

We received an incred­ible number of entries and on this occasion we’re sorry to advise that you weren’t one of our lucky winners.

Now you’re just being mean :-(

If you would prefer not to receive this type of inform­a­tion please click here.

You complete numpties. There’s no link to click! GAAAAHHH!!!

…is that they’re over too soon.

It’s only 10:50 am and I’ve already consumed two cakes (a chocol­ate dough­nut and a chocol­ate eclair — both provided by work) and I’ve just been given a big bag of Haribo Starmix.

I truly have the health­i­est diet of all time.

I dragged myself out of bed this morning, late as usual. I heard the pitter-patter of raindrops on the window. Great. Riding to work in the rain is always good for a laugh. In my mad rush I couldn’t find my water­proof over-trousers (in fact I still can’t). No problem, I’ll just bung the crud-guard on the back of the bike. Could I find it? Could I fu… No, I couldn’t.

Man, it was absolutely hammer­ing it down out there. I had a decidedly wet backside by the time I got to work. Oooh, I had such a comfort­able day. I recom­mend that you try it. No, really.

I’d also recom­mend that you get overtaken by a Smart Fortwo on the way home. Now, that’s got to be one of the narrow­est cars on the road, right? So why, when on a near-deserted dual carriage­way did they have to pass me with liter­ally a few centi­men­tres to spare?

MOVE OVER THERE YOU SPANNER! YOU’VE GOT A WHOLE OTHER LANE TO PLAY WITH!

You might well have a narrow car, but that’s no excuse for passing me without alter­ing your course even slightly. Ferchrissakes, it’s even a left-hand drive model! Dunderheaded numpty.

Replace the “Jet” with “Train” and you’d be getting there. But that sounds rubbish. Anyway, I digress.

I had a meeting up in Knutsford today, so I jumped on a train out of Cheltenham at silly o’clock this morning. I changed at Birmingham, then progressed to Crewe where I discovered that my connect­ing train had been cancelled. WOOHOO! I eventu­ally arrived over an hour late, which was just wonderful.

We apolo­gise for the late running of this train…

Fast forward to the return journey this evening: I get all the way back to Birmingham New Street before they thwart me again! This time the train was over half an hour late leaving. Truly fantastic service.

I’m really growing to love travel­ling by train.

So tomor­row I’m off to London to see a man about some AJAX. Again, I’m catch­ing the train at silly o’clock. This one should be OK in theory — it’s direct. Going by today’s exper­i­ence though, anything could happen. Wish me luck…