Sunshine - Alex

What a glorious day. The sun is out and the birds are singing, with my window ajar I can hear grass being mowed and children giggling. Trees are beginning to blossom and the view down my alley is directly down a sleepy, tree covered alley. Marvelous. One problem though, all of this summer is distracting me from the one thing that I am trying to focus on. Jeff Stelling. Now as a mans man, a blokey bloke and a proper lad I enjoy the banterous exchanges between the varied pundits on Soccer Saturday, but as a teenage boy I know that I really should be in the garden doing keepy ups listening to cheery music. Well I should be out with friends, but ruling that out as an option leaves me with a painful dilemma. My heart tells me to lie on the sofa with a carbonated soft drink and some 'chips' admiring the master of spoken word that is Jeff Stelling, on the contrary my head tells me to grab the portable speakers, bung in my iPod and relish the low pressure anti-cyclone we are experiencing. I think that's what it is, from what I remember of GCSE geography I think I'm right. Also on a partially related side note, today is the first day of the year that I have worn a pair of shorts, excluding days when I played sport. That's right, the legs are out. The defined pegs, the desirable shafts of slightly tanned human flesh and bone. Those of you who know me in person, hope for more weather like this so you can keep yourself acquainted with my revered calves. As for those of you who don't know me personally, Patrick recently passed his driving theory test. He's basically a big boy now.