Gadzooks - what just happened to my life there?

This time yesterday I was sitting on a beach in Side, Turkey in shorts and T-Shirt, the good Lady B beside me in a pleasingly revealing swimsuit, both sipping Raki in temperatures of 24 degrees, and then suddenly, by 10pm yesterday evening I was in a foot of snow outside Stansted. As if that wasn't disconcerting enough, I find West Ham have won 2 games since I left and one of them is a 4-0 cup win over ManU.

Now, I actually learned the first result by text from a mate whilst I grappled some food away from a fat sweaty German in the hotel restaurant and the second from a taxi driver who was mugging me for £50 as he drove me back from an almost snowbound Stansted Airport. Two entirely different ways of learning a result but both came as quite a shock - although I'm sure you'll understand that one was slightly more surprising than the other! But those results, combining with the surreal situation I found myself in on Tuesday night, just seemed to make the whole thing like something from a Salvador Dali painting.

With regard to my return to the UK, I should probably explain that, normally, the Stansted snow stuff - if not the taxi fare - would be manageable as I live just 25 minutes from said airport but the elephant in the room in this particular tale is that the Essex airport isn't the one I left the UK from.

Sadly I actually left from Gatwick from where we diverted just 50ft above the runway on the final approach as the Authorities decided to close the whole airport due to the blizzard - bloody scary! My car that I travelled to the airport in now stands some 90 odd gridlocked miles away while I sit at home. Oh yea, when I opened my emails up I found that I no longer have a job contract either.

Still West Ham have three points and a semi-final in the bag. Way to go, eh?