I thought that I should better write a blog as it’s been some time since my last post, and if I leave it much longer, I will no doubt receive further threats of violence from Dan.

Blogging at the moment is proving to be a tad difficult at the moment, not least due to distractions from Simon, who is watching the Chelsea/Arsenal game. Every now and then, Simon will shout some words of encouragement at his beloved Gunners or abuse at the Chelsea players.

Mr. White’s parents went on holiday for the weekend, and bravely left Jon in charge of their family home – a rather careless move. In the traditional fashion, he threw one of his “small” house parties, you have probably read about them in the press.

Simon has just exploded with excitement. It appears that his arch nemesis, Ashley Cole has been booked. If he gets sent off, I think Simon may fill his underpants with cream.

Anyway, back to White’s party. I was summoned by telephone to his house on Friday evening. I could have said no, but the repercussions would have been serious. Besides which, I had nothing better to do that evening.

The evening was actually rather refrained. Previous parties at Mr. White’s have included visits from the police, fights with neighbours and people vomiting in the street. This week there was nothing on that scale.

That said, at times I did feel I was in the Big Brother House. Some rather bizarre characters turned up, not least a girl from Eastern Europe who thought it necessary to refer to everybody as “cunt face”, while swigging on a 2 litre bottle of white stripe cider.

I left just before midnight, thus missing any of the serious action. I am yet to hear from anybody else who stayed beyond me, but as there have been no newspaper reports of murder, rape, house fires and human sacrifices, I think the subdued atmosphere must have remained.