Back to
life, back to reality, back to the here and now,
yeah..

I am
home! Home, glorious home, I suddenly decide it is
glorious after all, after a temporary emotional fit and flood of
tears at the prospect of
leaving Turin for here
this afternoon. I considered changing my ticket, going straight to

Paris, going on the run,
doing anything to avoid leaving what had been such an eventful, terrific and
flavourful time in a city new to me, sweetened ever so perfectly by our victory
at Juventus' home
ground.. and a little trip round some nice little Italian boutiques. Ahhh, its
on the plastic so the sting hasn't set in just yet....at least it got me a laugh
when I tried to shove it all in as hand luggage..... Today, soaring
blissfully over the beautiful
Swiss Alps was one extremely happy and triumphant pup, with one almighty bitch
of a hangover (which may partially account for said earlier tears.)

Next up is Villa Real for two legs
and, fingers crossed for Arsenal
on to the great beast itself which be the Champions
League Final in my favourite city so far, the
Lovely Paris! Ahhhh it
felt so good to put those two beauties in the same line so I'll say 'em again!
Yes, Arsenal in the Champions League Final. Ah, such a dream. Sounds like heaven
to me.... I guess I better shut my big old gob before we go crashing out and I
feel all dreadful for bringing it on by using it. Anyway, I had a fabulous trip
and met some Lovely, Lovely characters.
You know who you are. And Sandy, I owe you a drink, we couldn't find your hotel!

Hi! I'm back. Well, I never went away
to you, but to me I was away dancing around my
living room, yes that's what its for. Dancing to
the fabulous man himself, Mr Morrissey,
'The Ringleader Of The Tormentors',
which I must say is a rather dapper
album title! He has just been smugly chatting on a programme on C4 about the
fact that he is finally feeling happy
and content! (Quite possibly something to do with finally getting his leg over)
which the press, and indeed, shamefully, I too, cant seem to stop harping on
about. We do like to go bang on about banging. Well, Morrissey openly admitting
to banging is quite some news you know. And happy? I'm letting this all sink in
for a bit.. He was also singing tracks from his new album, which came out on
Monday and now rests eagerly against my stereo, aching for its first airing
which comes tomorrow. Yes, it's me, a bottle of Rjioca and Morrissey for an
afternoon together.  I shall report back with a full account of the
experience afterwards, but lets just say with titles like 'life
is a pigsty' and 'Ill
never be anybody's hero now,' it looks and sounds
promising. He cant be tooooo happy, right? My old mate, the one who shares and
tells my darkest thoughts so exquisitely? The one who makes me smile and whinge
and wail and want to die laughing at my morbid little self? Nah, it aint gonna
happen.

 Ooh and has anybody heard
Prince's 'Black Sweat'
tune yet? Back to his dirty
ole roots the cheeky lil' funkster! I'm Loving it.

Right, my bed calls. More nonsense to
follow very soon, because even though I'm talking  into a little black
whirring box, I'm feeling really communicative and chatty for once. I guess I'm
enjoying my current sudden state a fair bit too which is a turn up for the
books. Perhaps the Morrissey happy bug has come to replace the flu for
me....night night. xxxx