Dear ol’ Blighty

And 3-2-1 we’re back! Just like that. Did you miss us? Well didja? Yup if a week’s is a long time in politics it’s an eternity in the spurting world and our two week sojourn in France, while much needed, left us positively salivating for some decent spurt to get our teeth into.

En France the only competitive spurting action we managed was watching the searing white heat of the local Boule competition, the savage nobility of Chèvre racing and of course, the dangerous delights of competitive fromage consumption.

But in our absence? So much to cover our head’s almost swimming. Lewis’s puncture, the continuing mad giddy whirl of the transfer merry go around and the advent of the annual quadrennial festival of sports you didn’t know you cared about – or the Olympics as it’s more popularly known.

But it’s the resignation of England skipper Michael Vaughan which has been the big story as far as we’re concerned. It’s a shame, a shock, to see him go when he’s undoubtedly been the best and most successful captain England have had in recent years. Okay he wasn’t scoring runs right now, but he was still the man to lead us against the Aussies next summer, wasn’t he?

And KP as the new skipper? Now that’s a big call. This one will need some careful consideration.

Still we're just warming up, so we'll be back with some more considered thoughts tomorrow.