The news you've been waiting for is that yes, I did complete my tour of the 66 Ryman League clubs at Fleet on Easter Saturday. With a 0-0 draw. Despite that, it's been great fun.

Nagging at the back of my mind, though, was the thought that I'd only seen League Cup games at Ashford and Thamesmead, and the match I saw at Harlow was abandoned after 20 minutes. So, to keep it pure, I had to revisit those three for league, or complete, games (hence last night's 'madness', which completed the revisits).

I also, if you recall from the last blog but one, conceived the idea that I could watch 100 league games by the end of the season. At the time I reckoned I could manage 102 (which, again, would keep it pure, allowing for two abandoned matches). As it turned out, despite further problems with postponements, I'll also reach that target. Tonight, in fact, when Horsham have pulled a flanker by arranging to play Aveley at Crawley. Now I've convinced myself that I can't miss a ground where a Ryman League match has been played, so it's off to Broadfield. Mind you, with Aveley chasing a play-off place, I'd have gone anyway. Why Crawley? Because, believe it or not, Horsham's ground (well, Horsham YMCA's ground) is booked for a blood donor session. Don't know where I'll be on Saturday but it should make a grand total of 103 Ryman League matches. Is that a record?

After that and the play-offs things should start calming down on the football front, though local Essex Olympian League side Harold Wood Athletic still have 11 (yes, 11) league games to play. I suspect I might venture to one or two of them.

I notice, however, that if there are no play-off games on Monday, Lakeside Hammers are at Belle Vue. No, not even I, in my current state of exhaustion, would do a day trip to Manchester on a weekday just for 15 heats of speedway. On the other hand, I see Buxton have a meeting on Sunday and I've never been there. I wonder what Premier Inn and Travelodge have to offer? Oh, stop it.

Talking of speedway, my friend Jeff Scott is publishing another of his eccentric 'annuals' covering the 2009 season. I know this because he has kindly sent me some quotes from me he is including so I can vet them. Don't I say some dumb things when I'm having a friendly chat? I must remember that anything I say to Jeff may be written down and used in evidence. Still, I did say more or less what he says I said, so fair enough, however embarrassed I might be to read them. I have, however, asked him to remove one comment which was (honestly) funny at the time and in context but looks quite horrible in cold print eight months later and even worse if it happens, by sheer accident, to be true.

As for my own book, I admit to have been afflicted by a sudden lack of confidence. I'm prepared to take a chance that no-one buys it, but, assuming some people do, will they actually like it or is it a waste of 250 pages? As a result I've got rather stuck around chapter 58 of the 66. Is that what they call writer's block? Dunno. Anyway, I'm sure I'll get it together. Maybe when I have a free evening. I suppose penning this piece is a good sign, though I'm already sure it isn't worth reading. I hope for your sake I'm wrong, though if I'm right you probably won't have got this far anyway. Onwards and upwards!

I know it's been a while; a few off-field complications, all sorted now.

But a couple of people have asked what's happened to the blog and, as it's nice to know someone cares, here we are again. Anyway, I have some unexpected spare time after a disastrous sporting day.

It was a speedway double-header between Lakeside and Eastbourne, up here at lunchtime, down in Sussex tonight. I decided to skip the home half in order to stick with the Ryman League and the day's only game, at Whyteleafe, conveniently placed for a run down the A22 to Eastbourne afterwards. And no sooner had I arrived in the area than it tipped it down.

So, for the second time this week, I had a lengthy journey (Ashford, Kent, on Monday) only to find the game called off just as I got there. I didn't miss much at Lakeside, where the action was abandoned after two races, and I was told of flooded roads in Sussex so I reckoned the evening outing was a write-off. So here I am in front of my keyboard while, down at Eastbourne, it's 30-30 with five races to go; seemingly a cracking finish in store. Curses!

This horrible, horrible weather is also causing problems on Route 66. Not serious ones; I've done 65 of the 66 grounds now, only Fleet Town to go. It will be my third attempt to get there tomorrow; I have a nasty feeling I won't make it again. Luckily they have lots of home games left.

Hello, 37-41 at Eastbourne. We could win this. All we need is for the mysteriously out-of-form Jonas Davidsson to come good in heat 14 and we'll be almost there.

Back to the football. Apparently this isn't the worst season ever for Ryman League postponements; that, I think was 2000-01 when a few matches were left unplayed. I don't have the exact figures but if we lose a substantial chunk of the Easter programme, and, judging by the weather forecast, we might, it could well be a new record. At least tomorrow there should be something to watch if Fleet is off.

It's ironic, in a way,that Fleet will mark the end of the 66-club trail. Apart from Worthing where I went when I was little because my granny lived there, it was the first current Ryman League ground I visited. It was for an Athenian League match against Woodford Town in 1979. I had some hope of seeing Jimmy Greaves in action but it turned out that he had played his last game for Woodford - and for anybody - a couple of weeks earlier, at Dorking. Annoyingly, I could have been there but didn't spot the fixture until 2.30. I believe the little fat fellow, as he was then, scored a couple in a 4-3 win.

The other fat fellow, a very large fat fellow in this case, was still in the Woodford line-up. That was an aging Joe Kinnear. Mobile he wasn't. Woodford also had three Americans, which was pretty progressive for those days. They won 2-0 and I think current Brentwood manager Les Whitton scored one of them.

What's going on with that Davidsson? He blew out again, Kasprzak lost his maximum to Zagar in heat 15 and it finished 45-45. Better than losing, but very frustrating.

Meanwhile, I can announce that the Route 66 blog has hit the jackpot. I had an email from the US of A this week, from a Dr Kirkis no less, advising me that "Route 66 was not even a shadow of its former self" in an area of New Mexico.

Truth be told, Route 66 (yes it was the way to Amarillo) was wiped off the official map about 25 years ago. Maybe I should call this blog Interstate 40, but that wouldn't make any sense.