I was working at a dinner last night in Piercebridge near Darlington with Dermot Gallagher the ex Premier League referee. He was a great bloke and told me one or two things about the game at the moment. More on that in next week's 'And In The Sport' column. I do feel like a fake sheikh these days with all these revelations coming through about football. The sports people tell me these things and I duly tell my blog readers which are ever so slowly growing in number. Admittedly those numbers are rising at the rate of gestation levels in a small village in North Yorkshire but they're rising all the same.

It looked like they might just go for Dermot's crack and then get into the whole auction thing and that would be that but when I went on they were a brilliant audience and got right into my shouty schtick. Graeme Forster (the host and compere) had a good time as well and by comparison to what I'm used to, a drive from the Durham/Yorkshire border up to North Tyneside was a piece of piss and I got in and fell asleep on the setee without any extra drink. The rock and roll has all but gone!

Today I have to drive to Aylesbury to do The Waterside Theatre and compere the bastard. These satellite towns with a market in them near to London are hard gigs to start with. To actually compere them is var nigh impossible. People tend to just stare at you if you ask them a question. I've a long long drive down there as well and then a drive up the road to sleep somewhere on the way back because on Saturday I'm in Aberdeen and who knows what to expect in the granite city which does have the feel of City Of The Living Dead, Race With The Devil and Royston Vasey all rolled into one.

I'm certainly putting myself through the mill before the sanctuary of my own show on Sunday. Right I must go. Speak tomorrow.

TODAY'S BLOG IS SPONSORED BY ST. JAMES' PARK, THAT FOOTBALL STADIUM IN EXETER. 

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