Superbowl’s and Sausage Rolls Back in Chicago this morning and its bloody freezing. I had an all too short time back at home but brought back some great memories with me, such as 10 of us offering to buy my old local in Hornchurch to stop it becoming a ‘pizzeria,’ after 8 pints of Fosters (and lime, ok, it’s my Essex drink, sorry) on Friday night, my Mum’s sausage rolls, the euphoria coming out of Fratton Park on Saturday evening and the face of my 6-year old with the biggest smile and his front tooth missing!

I will make a more concerted effort to get back more regularly this year to see the people that make me laugh and make me happy and those damned Addicks, to whom, I’m simply addicted.

The Superbowl is on everyone’s freezing lips here in Chicago and although it is a day for big coats and layers here in the windy city, I will spend the majority of the next 4 weeks in much sunnier climes. I have a very exciting holiday to Argentina and Uruguay to look forward to and before that I will be in Florida, mostly working but partly partying over the Superbowl weekend with some mates. Go Bears.

Before all of that I have a ridiculous schedule, well actually it’s some ridiculous people that insist I go to Cleveland, OH, Akron, OH, Boston, MA and Detroit, MI over the next 6 days. And why am I saying Boston, MA, it is so American, I will be writing Charlton, England soon!  ¶ 14:50