A view from on high - Lords May 07

They say two swallows don't make a summer however it would appear that several drafts of Pedigree finest pale ale do. Managing to finally sort my life I joined cricketing afficianados N&J Dunne at our favourite haunt for a full afternoon of test match cricket. The day was made all the more enjoyable by a change of field placings from the Mound Stand to the Vodaphone corporate hospitality suite (courtesy of Elvis) where the aforesaid ales were lavishly on tap. In the words of Felix Lighter it was great to see 'the usual goon squad' around the ground. A delight as always to catch up with the ever-effervescent father of my spiritual advisor (aka God-daughter Eliza) who was inbibing the summer spirit joyfully with the assistance to two jugs of Pimms. I left him and his compadres to enjoy the cricketing from their view on the picnic lawn, and have subsequently ascertained that this finest of gents went on, in true Hogarthian fashion, to 'nod-off' off on his train home, alight at entirely the wrong station, arrive over an hour late for his dinner engagement and have to be helped into his seat at the table. What happened later is not for these pages... such are the joys of the season!