Meh. A thoroughly deserved thrashing from one-horse town Watford on Sunday. Pre-match statements like "A team like Leeds deserves to be in the Premiership" pissed me off as well. What sort of team's that then, a shit one?
It's things like that that lead me to believe another year eating humble pie in the Championship is no bad thing in the long term. Still, I had to take a long walk in the rain afterwards being moody.
Had a cool weekend in North Yorkshire for my dad's birthday the other weekend, pottering in the countryside and visiting seaside towns in the rain (photos). Took some amusing photos of the local Slaughtered Lamb-style pub, with its horned fox's head on the wall and sign outside saying "WIFE WANTED FOR SON", but I forget to bring them in today. I'll post them soon.
Samaritans have piped up saying Shabaz is showing signs of mental ill-health and should be removed from the house. I half agree - he's showing signs of being a knob and should be removed from the house. It's painfully obvious that he's acting to wind everyone up. Maybe they haven't actually watched it. Mary Whitehouse eat your decaying heart out.
Oh, apparently he's walked out.
There's something revealing about the fact that all lads interviewed think Sezer's a cool charmer and all the girls interviewed think he's a slimy wanker. Cheers me up for some reason as well.
Tip for winner - Pete. Personal favourite housemate - Lisa (sunny, sweet natured, and I like a girl who knows how to swear). Imogen is well fit. There are pictures on the interweb of Lea sucking a cock in a porno film, but trust me you don't want to see them.
Off to see Jeff Mills and Surgeon at Lost on Sunday night, where I plan to drink vodka and take ecstasy until I'm sick. Sort of hoping one of them plays We Are the Winners of Eurovision, but it's unlikely.
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