After a 300-mile drive back from Cornwall yesterday (more on that story later) I finally settled down late in the evening to catch up on world events.  The news bulletins were all about the G8 meeting in Camp David and, setting aside all the usual unconvincing statements from `world leaders,` were noticeable for a couple of things.

The first was the frankly embarrassing line-up on the gym platform which showed said leaders looking desperately awkward and out of place in `casual` clothing.   It was clear that they haven`t a clue how to do `casual` although the one `leader` who seemed not to have bothered too much was Rosa Klebb lookalike German Chancellor Angela Merkel, who looked much the same as she always does.  

But the second was the appearance of the current President of the EU Commission, Jose Manual Barosso and quite what he was doing there at all remains a mystery.   The last time I looked, he did not `lead` any sovereign country and the EU, as an entity, seemed to have no business being either at the table or the gym platform.   

Then I caught the end of the Chelsea/Bayern Munich Champions League Final.   Amid much badge kissing, chest thumping and assorted nationalistic celebration at Chelsea`s unlikely win was the absurd contention that it was the first time in living memory that an English team had beaten the Germans on penalties.......despite only about a third of the the team last night being English.

It would have been nearly half but for the suspension of Chelsea `Captain, Leader, Legend` John Terry.   Now I thought suspension meant being suspended and that modesty and a display of chagrin might have seen Mr. Terry remain in the background and let his team mates enjoy their success which, after all, came despite Mr. Terry`s enforced absence last night and for 53 minutes of the semi-final when his sly assault on his Barcelona opponent gave rise to the suspension.   

Not a bit of it, for you can`t keep a good upstart out of it and there was Terry having the front to appear in full Chelsea strip, mounting the stairs to the posh seats and jointly being presented with the trophy alongside stand-in captain Frankie Lamps.   Once more I wondered what he was doing there and, after all the controversy that surrounds John Terry, whether Joey Baton might be his love child.  

But perhaps my surprise at Terry`s intervention, for his presence represented much of what John Terry is about, grew a little more when I saw in the phalanx of `dignitaries` in the presentation front row none other than our own, our very own Chancellor of the Exchequer, George Osborne.   Now not only did I wonder what he was doing there but I suspect he asked himself the same question.