After what we did to the Sheva shirt, you can forgive me for going into hysterics for about 10 minutes when i came through my front door yesterday to find this staring up at me from the doormat!

There's absolutely nothing wrong with ketchup, Thierry.

What's the most mind-boggling English habit you've encountered?
Ketchup! Ketchup here, ketchup there, you put ketchup on everything! Don't you want to taste the food? [Laughs] I've got a friend here, and if you give him spaghetti bolognese he'll put ketchup on it. Give him spaghetti, he'll put ketchup on it. Any kind of food, and he'll put ketchup on it. I say to him "If you like it so much, drink it! Put a straw in the bottle, go for it!"

The other thing is gravy - all over the food, all over the plate until you can see nothing but gravy. I have a laugh with the guys in the team, I say: "Do you know what you're eating? Can you taste anything with all that ketchup or gravy everywhere?"

At Arsenal we have a masseur who is just extraordinary. He takes his plate, and fills it with a bit of everything. He puts everything on the same plate! He puts his starter on one side, then some mashed potato, some pasta, some rice. Then he slaps a bit of meat on top of it all and drowns it in sauce. I say to him "Put your starter on one plate and then get up and go and get another one for your main dish?" I mean, if it's a pre-match meal, OK, you might take a bit of pasta and a bit of rice on the same plate. Or if it's an English breakfast, then you have several things that go together. But when I see them with their plates with salads, pasta, meat, sauce all together, you just have to laugh."

Bless him... Wonder if he'd like to help us next time we douse something with Ketchup?

The Sheva shirt has been in the compost bin since last Saturday.

Jenni had fun trying to remove it during the week. And I quote from her blog:

“I did do something useful today. I went out to the compost bin, armed with my trusty pole, Graham, to get out the Sheva shirt and put it on the bird table. However, this didn't succeed, as there was a big, wriggly WORM dancing around on it! Graham got scared, so we left it for another day”

During the party, we tried again. Thankfully, the worm had gone so we were able to remove it with only a few cries of EWWW!

We went with Ros’s idea of covering it with ketchup. It was dark, and I wanted to write another word beginning with SH with it but surprisingly, it’s quite difficult to write words with a squirty bottle so I gave up.

We left it out on the lawn all night and of course, by the morning, we had a shirt that looked as if it’s owner had had a very nasty accident.

The shirt was thrown on the roof of Jenni’s birdtable again, and covered in birdseed.

Some lovely bird came along and decided to do it’s business on it.

Excellenty.

In the afternoon, we decided to cover it with more foodstuffs. We started off by drenching it with the leftover Tango that PoK had obviously been tampering with.

Then we added a few dollops of Mayonaise.

Then Jenni’s mum came home telling us to stop and exclaiming “I wondered why the tomato sauce bottle was almost empty!”

But she wasn’t angry, I’m the only person who drinks their tango and eats mayo in their house anyway. Bless them for buying me my own food

But she told me I had to take the shirt home with me. No thanks! So instead, we folded it over and stamped on it a bit.

Now it’s hidden behind a bush in Jenni’s garden.