Revelling in scarcely controlled pleasure after opening The Independent this morning and seeing that they had printed my piece on instore radio stations. Walked around all day imagining someone would recognise me as “that famous writer”. Of course the only people who saw it were the people who I waved it in the faces of.

Then I got home and discovered that my friend Jenny (who is “in radio”) was in a meeting for the Today programme on Radio 4 and Edward Stourton had mentioned it. I used to yearn for adoration from girls in their late teens, now it's 50 year old men.

Wrote about my trip to the village cricket match, too, for cric.net. What a busy boy.

On the tube I saw a woman with an Arsenal t-shirt which said “All women like Seaman in the box”. I'm not easily appalled, but I'm sorry to say I was appalled. There was just something really hideous about the image. i.e. All woman like an amount of seminal fluid from an unspecified source – wherever they can get it, I guess – to sit there in their reproductive organ, for a period of time. Jesus. But I kept looking at this t-shirt and imagining the snivelling, sweating, spotty youth of a copywriter who thought it up. He made money out of that, you know.