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Wrestling at the Thorngate last night. Standing in line waiting to go in, the steward was telling someone that the night's show would be totally different from their usual Premier wrestling shows - "that's three-minute English, this is the American stuff."

While the wrestlers were the same ones we see regularly here on the Premier cards (plus a guest from OVW, Basingstoke-born Steve Sonic), there was indeed a definite influence of the WWE on the actual wrestling - longer bouts, moves like the five-star frog splash, the People's Elbow, slamming opponents' heads repeatedly against the corner posts and, in the Flatliner's case, the Stink Face, and the show was a 'match' between the baby-faces, Team Hampshire, and the heels, Team XL. There wasn't much trash talking, though - just an exchange between the captains, Domino and the 'Highlander from Hell' Drew Macdonald at the start, trading English/Scottish insults, and a similar English/Irish one between the Fearless Flatliner and heel Eamon O'Neill before their match.

It was mostly geared towards the kids, with Team Hampshire encouraging them to chant 'chicken', 'fatty' and 'who ate all the pies?' at the XL heels, who included the 'UK Pitbulls' who weigh in at over 1000 lb between them. One boy near me kept yelling "You're so fat you've got belly on the back of your head!" at one of the Pitbulls. The Flatliner was the best entertainer, spurting powder out of his mouth into Eamon O'Neill's face and bringing on a midget just before the fight - it was patently obvious that after Eamon insulted the midget, the midget would whack him in the goolies with the walking stick, but it still got belters from the kids. Of course, the 'contest' went down to the wire, decided by the eight-man elimination tag match (over the top rope and you're out) and of course it was Steve Sonic who fought back from being last Team Hampshirian, facing two heels, to put both of them over and win it for the good guys. Jolly fine evening's entertainment.

Walked home - in the rain! - to watch Love Island. I'd thought Kate would be going this time as she had the disadvantage of being a late arrival, BUT she wasn't even in the eviction face-off!! Nice one babe. If she can finish as either 1st or 2nd girl I'll be very happy indeed.

Looks like rain for the footie this afternoon...

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Just back from Hawks v Lewes. The game was dire, and when we went one down after 12 minutes I couldn't see us getting anything out of it. The most entertaining moment came when Rocky Baptiste collided with the massive Lewes goalie, and the keeper went down as if pole-axed and stayed on the deck for about three minutes. One Hawks fan yelled at him "Get up, you fairy-arsed git" and a couple more colourful insults - I'm not in favour of foul language at non-league but have to admit to having a bit of a chuckle. Well, it did enliven a boring match for a moment. We all sarcastically applauded when the keeper finally got up. Rocky was booked, leading to a chant of 'The referee's a wanker' from the Hawks fans behind the goal.

On 70 minutes, a lovely Brett Poate pass found Rocky free just outside the box, and he rounded the last defender and tapped past the goalie for the equaliser. It ended 1-1.

I didn't even try to race for the 5.15 train this time; headed for the clubhouse for a Coke (you can tell it's near the end of the month; if I'd had a couple more quid spare it'd have been a Magners) and to watch the results coming in on Sky Sports News. My Scottish team, East Stirlingshire, won 5-0 at home to local rivals Stenhousemuir :)

Gotta go watch X Factor.