Last night was Halloween. Apparently this has its roots in the old Celtic festival of Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth, causing trouble and damaging crops. These days the worst that can befall you is having a few eggs thrown at your door, so I suppose that's progress.

We bought a large tin of Celebrations and left it by the front door with a view to placating any potential egg-chuckers or ghosts of the dead. This seemed to work as there were no eggs or ghostly manifestations to deal with over the course of the evening.

The night was also notable for the macabre spectacle that was the Barcelona -v- Chelsea game. Here we had some of the most talented footballers on the planet engaged in cheating, diving, kicking each other and haranguing the ref. Just occasionally when they forgot what they were there for they kicked the football around a bit. I thought Chelsea just edged the cheating whilst Barca edged the football so all-in-all a draw was was probably a fair result. ITV got into the spirit of the night by engaging a member of the living dead as their summariser in the form of David Pleat.

Anyway, at half time I spied the tin of Celebrations and thought to myself "Hmm, they look nice". Then I thought to myself "No, I'd better not or I'll end up eating half the tin". Then finally thought to myself "Let me see if I can just eat one and stop there". And that's what I did. The nutritional approach of Burn the Fat, Feed the Muscle doesn't seem to leave me with cravings for sweet things late in the evening such as I used to get. So, a good evening for me, my programme and my front door. Just a shame about the football.