3BT: Phillips; Joe or Michael? Dining table tennis.

Congratulations to our second athletics World Champion - Phillips Idowu, Triple Jump Champion!

I'm going for a curry with some of the mums from cricket on Friday - we thought, let's ask a mum we haven't seen awhile and Debbie tells one of the lads, Michael, to phone his mum and ask her if she wants to come, which he duly does.

Debbie received a call back a few days later, from Joe's mum, thanking her for the invite! Fortunately she couldn't come, cos it would have been a bit embarrassing really, since none of us have ever actually met Joe's mum - it's a shame we don't know Michael as well as we do his mum, we might have recognised it wasn't him ...

Following on from 'Celebrity Wiff Waff' on The Daily Scatter, Matt and I cleared the dinner table and set up the table tennis net, only it was suspended horizontally between the chairs on either side - it was an extra point if you could land the ball on the net.

Oh, what's their name? You know ...thingy ...

You know how you see someone and you think, now where do I know them from? I took Brad to the hospital today - he stubbed his toe and it wasn’t healing, so we thought it might be broken (they don’t even bother to x-ray toes, just strap’em up) anyway, he kept seeing people he thought he knew. One of whom was the friend of a friend’s brother, who, I’m glad to say, didn’t recognise Brad, since he was handcuffed to a policeman!

It reminded me of a shopping trip shortly after I’d passed my driving test. East Ham, up there in the good ol’ East End, had a market I frequented quite often; parking was a nightmare. So there I am in a backstreet, patiently backing and forwarding into a teensy space, outside the house of a girl my age, who’s alternately laughing at my efforts or guiding me. She applauded when I finally made it.

So next week, I’m wandering through the market again and three girls are walking towards me and as we meet, both me and one of them go: “Oh, hiya! How ya doin’? You alright? Yeah. See ya then.” And then we wander away going: Who’s that?

I’ll take it as read you’ve guessed who she was!