Spent the past week in Santa Fe, New Mexico. If you every consider coming here, DON'T. Theres nothing special here for young guns like ourselves. The family is actually pretty cool. They fed me well and I had good banter with the coaches. Prior to arriving here, I got absolutely off my trolley on the fight to LAX. The air hostess stopped serving me brandy when the flight was about an hour away because she said I was consuming way more then everyone else. Considering I was sitting at the very font of economy class, and being the last person to leave the plane shows that the drinks got to me slightly. Stumbled along to the immigration desk and the kunt started freakin my life out about what I'm doing in the States asking me question after question, until eventually I said to him "mate I don't mean to be rude, but I'm pretty pissed and I just wanna get home, so can you get to the point." Only forgot that in America 'pissed' means angry not drunk so he obviously was not happy. It turned out that I did not fill in one of the landing cards, so I had to fill that out and then he finally stamped my passport and let me through. When I got to the luggage hall I found that the next flights bags had started coming on my luggage belt and my suitecase was lying on the ground. When I discovered that my sports bag with my trainers and my atro turfs along with my camera, phone, and ipod charger was missing it was a VERY SOBERING MOMENT. Took another hour resolving that before I made a move to my home for the next couple of days in Long Beach. By the way my bag has never been seen since, BA don't know where it is.

Spent a couple of days in Long Beach with the family there which was great. The Old man and the mum would get drunk with me, and the girls would give me jokes. Friday one of the coaches picked me up to take me to Redlands for a company meeting. From there chilled at one of the bosses house to watch the England v Brazil game, which by the way was f***in dissapointing.