Sweden match today ... haven't seen any Swedish flags flapping in the Scottish breeze yet but I'm sure it's only a matter of time. Will be watching the match more keenly than normal as my little cousin won a trip to the game and will be a mascot for England. She gets to line up for England in a match against the Swedish mascots before kick-off. I just hope she gets to walk on the pitch with any player other than Owen Hargreaves who's been rumoured to be in the starting line-up.

Anyways ... the reason for the blog. I had a very weird dream last night. I was on a runaway train to Norwich (no idea why but may have been subliminly Alan Partirdge-esque) and there was nobody in my carraige other than Jimmy Tarbuck, Bernie Clifton and the woman from Coronation St (played Mrs Popoff in Rentaghost). None of them would read/review my book which is maybe an omen as I thought dreams were supposed to mean the opposite ... so maybe I should hunt them down and ask them the question!

I've also asked the local newsagent (I go in every day for fags, milk and the like) if they would stock my book but their English isn't too good and I think they thought I wanted to buy the copy i'd brought in with me or know whether they stocked anything similar i could read. I left with just me fags and milk!