My oh my, do we have an audio-visual feast this evening. We will start with the chicken police, breaking up another gangland fracas in rabbit town:

I've never seen anything so funny. But then my brain is practically comatose from the ridiculous cold at the speedway earlier this evening. We had not only rain but snow in the build-up to the speedway starting, and the temperature plunged to freezing just as yours truly took up his position next to the track with a microphone.

Still, it was a fun evening. Reading won comfortably (my text report is here) and I got to broadcast live updates to, count 'em, six different counties. Hello Berkshire, Surrey, Sussex, Hampshire, Kent and Oxfordshire. I won't get tired of that for quite a while. Today the South of England, tomorrow... well, tomorrow not very much because I'm knackered and there's no sport.

My eagerly anticipated speedway debut arrived at approximately 7:20pm. I say approximately because Roger, the presenter (based in Kent) played a quick game of "guess the fader the speedway reporter's on" back in Tunbridge Wells. I have saved this precious moment from being consigned to history and preserved it on this very weblog.

To hear my inauspicious introduction to my six county kingdom, and listen to the kind of speedway information you never thought you'd need to know, use this audio panel:

Hostilities between myself and the weather are resumed on Friday, when Tim and I have the pleasure of hosting our Friday night sport show from neighbouring stadia. He's in the Madejski Stadium for the rugby, I'm next door at Smallmead for the speedway. You can never say "I don't get out enough" doing this job.