Kevin Pietersen, his dad's moustache and a supermodel sleepover

He's ridiculously talented, confident, and he likes his bling (I can just see him wearing diamante high-heels as he bats) but he is also one of the proudest and hardest-working players in the game.

He doesn't just go out and play shots like the switch hit on a whim. It's a calculated risk he has worked on in the nets for weeks, although the cocky swagger he does after he has played the shot is pure showmanship.

People will say that being captain might detract from his batting, but imagine if the responsibility of leading the team actually gives him the impetus to improve?

KP has never been short of confidence, and that is what the England team lacks at the moment,.

Hopefully his passion and energy will rub off onto the likes of Strauss, Anderson, Ambrose etc because you can't perform at a world-class level unless you have a certain amount of belief in yourself, bordering on arrogance.

I have always liked him and his family. I had the pleasure of meeting his parents at the 2006 test match at the Oval, and not only does his dad sport a spectacular handlebar moustache (a surefire sign that someone is a real man - I have one!) but he was incredibly passionate about cricket.

You should have seen him as KP smashed the ball out of the ground and into North London! He stroked the fountain of follicles flowing forth from his top lip and proudly proclaimed: "That's my boy!"

By the end of the day I was trying to steal KP dad's "Cookie Duster".

I tried attaching some masking tape to his top lip and quickly ripping it off while my friend Stappers tried to distract him with a packet of dry roasted peanuts (KP peanuts, no less!)

I didn't work, and didn't go down too well with his wife, so we legged it. He was a big guy!

So whether or not KP's reign after his coronation (he does have the air of royalty about him, and remember our Royal Family is foreign, too!) is as successful as his career so far is yet to be seen, but I can guarantee you that for however long it lasts, it is sure never to be dull.

I get the feeling he will relish the limelight, and I say to him Lecker Boet (which roughly translates to "Nice one brother!" in Afrikaans).

On a personal note, I was gutted this week when our game was called off for the Mighty Harborne Sunday 2's, especially as I had been working hard all week on my bowling, and there is now only one league game left.

If we win it, we could be league champions, so bring on Sunday! I will be hoping that the sun is shining.

I must admit it was kind of sad on Sunday when I returned from cricket without a game. I was at a complete loss of what to do so, like any self-respecting man, I watched the Grand Prix, ate a roast and fell asleep on the sofa.

Bliss!

But it's been a strange few days, with my housemate's girlfriend away for a week, myself and Ronnie set ourselves lots of targets for the crazy shenanigans we could have at the flat while there was no female influence upon us.

World domination, getting supermodels round for a sleep over and partying like it was 1999.

In reality, after a big night out on Friday, we mostly just sat around in our pants playing computer games and eating two-day-old kebabs.

At least we didn't waste it!