Go Victory! Go Victory. It is such fun being part of a large crowd identifying so passionately with a team that is winning on an important occasion. I leapt to my feet and threw my hands in the air and cheered and yelled and whistled and called the players by their first name (which I suppose is a little rude — we've never been introduced: we should all be saying things like “oh well played, Mr Brebner.” “That's a jolly good effort there, young Mr Storey” and so on). I grabbed the guy next to me and lifted him celebratorily in the air once or twice. We all high-fived strangers in the seats around us. It was huge.

The weekend began cheerily with a kind word from Gigglewick on her post and continued with an utterly kicking 6fthick gig at the Tote. Those boys put on a good show. I was powermoshing my way through the night and then the Harpo Massive put in a superb team performance the next day and guaranteed ourselves our finals spot for the season. My demeanor clouded a little after falling for a duck but at least it was a genuine duck. I was out LBW a lot. I've dollied catches up to mid off and been less out than I was on Saturday. When I fail with the bat I don't do it by halves which is something to be proud of. But it's delicious celebrating a good win with your teammates.

I eventually got home from the utterly fabulous night on Sunday feeling like a winner to find that my globetrotting housemate had just got home from Shanghai. It was excellent to see him and on top of that he brought me a gift of the three seasons of Deadwood. Bonus!

What a top weekend. Go Victory.

¶ 6:10 pm