There's a couple talking SO LOUD about Traitors on my train, when I haven't watched last night's episode yet. This is the most antisocial thing you can do on public transport.

Can't get over how weird the picture is of Enzo Maresca that BBC Sport are running with. Is it me or is it Dr Robotnik?

True story this. Went to the funeral yesterday for a guy who played the dame every year in the local panto. The vicar stood in front of the coffin and asked where he was and we all shouted 'he's behind you.' A lovely moment.