After last week's blog about my treatment at the hands of Lancashire's heavy-handed stewards I received a visit from two of the club's directors.

Lee Morgan and Geoff Durbin came over to see me and both are terrific blokes. As they said, this is a very exciting time for the club with the ground development and the way the team is playing. The last thing they wanted was something like that to happen.

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I've heard nothing from them since and I won't say it's finished with, but I'm hopeful it will sort itself out at some stage.

I have to say, although the security staff were heavy-handed as they removed me from the member's bar, they were acting on instruction - and those instructions came from stadium control, which is Lancashire Cricket Club.

My accreditation covered me, but that's neither here nor there. I was treated like a looter who was going to nick the telly.

It's by far the worst cricket ground we go to, which is a shame at a time when the club is so vibrant. Places like Trent Bridge and Edgbaston are excellent, but there is such an aggressive attitude at Old Trafford.

I received an email from a chap called Dougie Nattan, who says his girlfriend's perfume was confiscated on the way into the ground, which is absolutely ludicrous. His girlfriend says she will never go there again and that proves this situation needs to be sorted out.

The bottom line is this: going to cricket - or any sporting occasion for that matter - has to be a pleasurable experience. It shouldn't be an ordeal of what you can and can't do.

Final word though goes to David Knowles, who emailed in with his idea for a new Half Man Half Biscuit song:

"I manhandled Bumble in the Members Area".

The late show

There were more farcical events on Tuesday as the second ODI finished at 11pm. That's no time to be playing cricket.

How on earth are you supposed to get home? Are we to assume that everybody lives just outside the Rose Bowl? Even 8pm football matches are over before 10pm.

I wasn't doing the game (rested for strength and conditioning purposes), but it sounds like I was lucky. I've spoken to cameramen and journalists who were trying to get back to their cars on a golf course in the middle of the night. They said the mud was like Glastonbury Festival and their shoes are all ruined!

That's just comical. The last time I was at the Rose Bowl I needed wellington boots to get to my car, but it seems the British public love a bit of adversity. The punters all trek into the ground in the rain, covered in mud, smiling and singing songs. We're extending Glastonbury into cricket!

I enjoyed the game at home as England were dominant once again. India have had a disaster, but I must say I have total admiration for MS Dhoni.

He's the leader and he must be reflecting on the fact that so many of his men have deserted him. His hands are really sore, but he's stayed around while other have found it too easy to go home.

Maybe it's time for a change. They've been found wanting as a bowling unit, but the younger boys like Parthiv Patel and Ajinkya Rahane have played pretty well with the bat. That will give him food for thought.

I don't know Dhoni personally, but I have total admiration for him. He'll be hurting after what's happened.

Managing me

I'm pleased to say I've signed up to a new management company, ISM, who are now going to organise my chaotic life for me.

I'm excited to be working with Neil Fairbrother and the boss, Chubby Chandler, is a lovely man too. Michael Vaughan is with them as well.

They've got loads of the top golfers on their books like Darren Clarke, Lee Westwood and Rory McIlroy... so I can only assume I'll be playing at the Masters next year.

Shopping shenanigans

Finally, I must share the "senior moment" I had at Waitrose this week.

I left the shop with two bags of shopping, put them down outside my car and then got in the car and drove off without them.

My house is only about 700 yards away and when I realised what I'd done I went straight back. Another guy had parked up in my spot, but he hadn't seen my bags.

So I went into the supermarket and told them what I'd done. "Have you got proof of purchase sir?" No, the receipt was in the bag...

Thankfully they had CCTV, which showed exactly what had happened. A lady picked up my shopping, brought it into the shop and walked up to customer services.

She then thought better of it, turned around and put my shopping in her car!

She then went back into the shop and did her own shopping. The CCTV shows we actually passed each other as she went out and I went back in!

It's a police matter now and we have a clear picture of her, but I'm sure this nice lady plans to return it to me.

I'd like to thank her for looking after my shopping in the meantime, though the lettuce might be in a bad way by the time I get it back...

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