Scorching London left behind So I’m back in Chi-Town armed with a new 2-year visa. It all went smoothly thank-you for asking. It was another hectic week of whizzing from here to there. I spent a nice day with my parents on Sunday in glorious weather. Typically the powers that be felt it necessary to put out heat wave warnings as the country touched 90 degrees. Sorry, but the Yanks laugh about things like that as much as they do about the quality of our dentist’s and our inability to make ice.

I saw my brother a couple of times, including a week ago with some mates, including one I fell out with about 9-years ago and haven’t seen since. We used to be pretty close and it was good to put water under the bridge over a couple of pints and some old stories.

The stag passed off well, although it came to a sad ending on the news that the groom’s brother’s father in law died of a sudden heart attack Saturday morning. Why is the timing of death always so bad?

The highlight was seeing my son and number one Peter Crouch fan give me a rendition of ‘the robot,’ not seeing him every day makes me appreciate the little things and I will go to bed every night until the next time I see him with this picture in my head. His whole love and appreciation of football has changed completely since the build up to the world cup, which was very reminiscent of me for the German one of 1974. The only difference then was that my hero was Johan Cruyff!  ¶ 19:54