David Cameron - Time Lord

I've never been a fan of the Tories. I've never been a fan of Conservatism. I've never been a fan of the rich and possibly famous. The natural ven-diagram of these 3 things all verge on one man.

And now he thinks he can change time. I mean, he can. And I can certainly see the positives behind it but I don't really see the point in going through all the effort just for an hour. You can get a lot done in an hour yes, but are things really bad as they are now? And most people will end up going to work/school/college/university, in mid-winter, in total darkness. And imagine if there was snow aswell. I imagine total chaos. And in today's world of obssessive health and safety obligations, (of which I wholeheartedly disagree with), I also imagine that this bizarre and needless idea will not happen.

Anyway. Whatever happens, it will not change the weather, just elongate it, but the weather hasn't ruined my weekend. Just one part of it. I postponed the game I was supposed to be refereeing on Saturday due to the one thing I always complain I hate as a player. A waterlogged pitch. But this pitch was underwater, so I had no choice. Telling the players and the managers was a difficult challenge in which I haven't encountered before and it didn't become easier when 25 people clambered round me to shout at my decision. It was more difficult than I imagined and became even more difficult when I asked for my half match fee, of which I was entitled to, for turning up. The home manager's face resembled thunder that had just been told to "f*** off!"

Still, as I drove the 20 minutes back to the hometown, I wasn't really cheerful. I had been shouted at a lot and although this is all part of the job in refereeing, it isn't nice when you haven't even started the match. Certainly a new situation there. But as Father Mitten says, "it's a good experience". Yes Dad.

Despite the rain, we did manage to play on Sunday morning, drawing 2-2 to the same rhinos we beat in the cup a couple of weeks back. They had a weakened team, and you could tell because the players were calling their keeper, "Fella." Still, we managed to throw away a 2-0 lead, of which I didn't care one bit, and I drove home with muddy knees, looking forward to the rest of the day, which was filled by cricket. One 1-hour cricket net, followed by another 2 hour net somewhere else, I certainly got the practice in and I felt really, really good. Bring on the season now I say!

If Cameron does bring in this new time change thing, it will be a good thing for cricket. Midweek matches won't be rushed to fit into daytime hours, and it will most likely be warmer for the length of any weekend matches.

There is still a chance I can get this job, despite the dreaded cancellation, but I fear the weekend element may scupper my cricket season. My heart wants to play cricket in the Summer, but my brain suggests, in a whispered voice, that it's time to grow up. We shall see.