LIFE just doesn't get any better than it did for me last Sunday.

First we stuck seven past West Ham at Ewood in front of England boss Sven Goran Eriksson.

Then I got the chance to meet Oasis after their gig in Glasgow later that night and I haven't stopped talking about it ever since!

It all came about through Blackburn band 'The Burn.'

They were supporting the Gallagher brothers last week and they asked me if I wanted to go up and see them in action because they're all big Rovers fans.

So straight after the Hammers game, I jumped in the car and hot-footed it up to Scotland in time to see the guys strut their stuff.

'The Burn' were brilliant and I think they're going to make it big over the next 12 months -- so watch this space.

But what really made the night was seeing Oasis and then getting the chance to meet up with them afterwards!

I know they get a bad press but Liam and Noel aren't the two hellraisers the tabloids would have you believe.

Off stage, they came across as two down to earth guys from Manchester who get a buzz out of making music and I'll certainly never forget my meeting with them.

So I guess you can say it turned out to be a real rock and goals weekend!

Sunday's game was a bit special to say the least. After struggling to find the net in recent weeks, we then go and score seven.

But as good as some of our football was at times, I just think it was one of those days when everything we hit seemed to go in.

West Ham, in all fairness, had chances of their own and had Trevor Sinclair stuck his away at 3-1 then it might have been a different story.

It just shows how thin the dividing line is between success and failure in this game.

As a team, the Hammers weren't that bad. They like to play football and I'm sure, given time, Glenn Roeder can turn it around because you don't become a bad side overnight.

But, though I felt a bit sorry for them, that didn't stop me from enjoying what was an incredible afternoon.

I don't know if you noticed, but I even managed to get a dig in at Flitty on Sky TV afterwards!

When they interviewed us in the tunnel, they asked me to present him with his man-of-the-match award.

So when I handed it over, I couldn't resist saying 'Here you are, Chesney,' because he's a dead-ringer for Chesney Hawks!

It's just the latest in a series of gags between us, stretching back to that kipper escapade last season.

Last week, for instance, I made a fake number plate saying 'Chez 1' and attached it to the back of his car.

He fell for it hook, line and sinker, driving off without realising.

Then he tried to get me back with a plate of his own which read 'Fat boy' but, thankfully, I checked my car before disappearing.

I don't know where he gets 'Fat boy' from anyway -- I swear those home shorts make me look bigger than I am.

Anyway, it's all good banter which helps to pull the dressing room together -- or so the theory goes.

After last week, we we're supposed to have called a truce but following my comments on telly I think I might have to watch my back.