Last Saturday was the Speedway World Cup Final here in Poole. As there were only two Poole members at the duty and P was on the ambulance I got stung as duty officer. Well funny. As probably the most junior person there I got to stroll around with "Duty Officer" flashes - sweet. Relatively busy night picking people out of the fence and managed to get my ugly mug on telly quite a few times. No casualties as such but enough interest to stop the boredom.

Wednesday night was completely different. Back down to pleb. Just crawled on to the centre green. Bucketing down. No fallers. Meeting abandoned after 13 heats.