Good Good Friday

The victorious North team, with me on the far left. And yes, that trophy is just a pint glass with a football sellotaped on top!

This weekend I was in Nottingham, for Good Good Friday, the annual Join Me gathering in Nottingham, where joinees from across the country (and, increasingly, the world) gather to perform random acts of kindness on the unsuspecting citizens of Nottingham, and also to have a fun weekend of meeting, greeting and the occasional pint.

Part of GGF includes the traditional North v South football match on the Saturday, which the North thankfully won 5-4 this year – a relief after our 5-1 gubbing last year.

Although I was a reasonably solid right-back, I didn't play particularly well, barely managing to run more than a few paces at once without collapsing in an exhausted heap (the last vigorous exercise I did was last year's match). The fact that I valiantly neither died nor threw up on the field unexpectedly won me the Man of the Match award.

I suspect that the last time anyone won a Man of the Match award simply for not dying was in the Colloseum two thousand years ago, so I feel quite privileged.

Oh yes, and talking of people dying two thousand years ago, happy Easter everyone.