It's not often you'll find me commenting on sport. Normally, I'd be happy to leave that for Ollie and his considerably more than passing knowledge of such matters, but since he's been busy posting about buses of late, here's a full account of Sunday's match between London Irish and Northampton. They're both teams who play rugbee leeg, I'm told...

Actually, you won't come close to getting a match report from me. It's a wonder to me that even the most talented of commentators (such as 'our Graham' at BBC Berkshire) can decipher what's taking place on a rugby pitch, let alone manage to describe it with any clarity for the rest of us to comprehend. What I can do, though, is give you an account of the day's entertainment, both up-front and backstage - for I was one of the lucky few who got to see both.

Courtesy of the Voice of the Balls and Seamus O'Connor (manager extraordinaire), I was amongst those enjoying the views from Suite 3 at the Madejski Stadium, being kept well fed and watered as you can see. The party consisted of the two acts who opened the match, Eurovision alumni Donna & Joe and the legendary Foster & Allen - all providing as fine entertainment over lunch as they did on stage - plus Michael King from Radio 1, Deadly, myself, and some of Seamus' family and friends. Sir Terry had threatened to put in an appearance, but as Alan pointed out in his opening, "decided he couldn't afford to be with us after all".

Having been snatched from the sponsor's hospitality suite, Alan was pressed into service as compere for the proceedings, being handed the microphone by the Madejski's regular announcer who was slightly awestruck at the prospect!

First up, Donna & Joe, whose performance was first class, if a little wasted on the small crowd who were still trickling in from the rain. Their latest, 'Hands Up', is a catchy number, and sounded great on the Mad Stad's sound system.

Thoughtfully, Joe McCaul came off and immediately warned Foster & Allen that the 'live' pictures being beamed to the big screen, directly in the performers' eye line, were a good few seconds behind reality - "Don't look!" was the advice. Undeterred, the boys took to the stage, and the crowds went wild.

Despite our best efforts to put him off from the box, Deadly completed the wooing of the crowds, who were left in high spirits for the start of the game. We munched meantime, and enjoyed a great 80 minutes of rugby (even I found it nail biting, although Irish maintained a good lead throughout, finishing London Irish 40-5 Northampton).

During a quiet moment, Joe managed to tempt the Irish mascot, Digger the Dog, up to the box. Dogs love their wine, it seems...

Irish coffees downed, farewells said, it was back to our drivers for the journey home. Or so it seems. My next memory is waking up at home around midnight, dressed in just a shirt and a sock, wondering if it had all been an elaborate dream...

A fantastic day - with thanks to all for having me along.