Count down

I survived the football yesterday, aided by a Newcastle display that ensured I would have no emotions to suppress, thanks lads. I could not believe how hostile the crowd was - the worst side of every person was on display. To say I kept a low profile is belittling understatement.

Self preservation was paramount. I was quite literally in hostile territory and haing to play the game. I have no doubt that if people had found out I was a Geordie, I would have been begging the Police to escort me out. But bar the result - it was another enjoyable premiership experience. It is still weird to reflect on how I used to get up at 3am to watch these games, and could not even dream of actually being there. But I am here - brilliant.

That said, I am officially counting down the days until I come home. I had an email today from Mum which really bedded in that feeling - no real news to speak of, just another welcome bit of 'contact' from home.

Dunc (bro in law) is due home after six months as I type and is going to get off the plane to the sight of his two little angle'ette's and a wife that has lost 25 kg's! Not a bad coming home prize, well done Nickster! I'm so proud of you and can't wait to see you!

As much as I can't wait to get home, I can happily report that I am loving London more than ever. A bit of a bender last night with a whole crew of new faces left me more or less good for nothing today. So I went for a wander to pick up my bag from The Albert. Cold as hell, wandering through Regents Park, just drifting. Nice.