Hi honeys I'm home....01.12.06

Don't you know it's gonna be? Alright, don't you know it's gonna be, alright.... I'm talking about Revolution. Not that Beatles slightly hippified number which never quite rocked my world but, ah shucks, well, I've been away having adventures out of town up in the blessed North, and during which I acquired a number of new musical friends, including an incredibly hairy but damn pretty, tuneful and exciteable backing singer called Jake. Please be patient ladies..

You know I have a strange kinda sick soft spot for old Alex Ferguson right? Well - who dosent like hearing Fergie Wenger war across the playground fence like two twelve year old girls? Entertainment at it's finest I say.

Well, ALMOST, yep, seriously, I almost ended up at Old Trafford in the Man United side on Wednesday night, which, looking back in anger at the Arse might not have been at all a bad thing at if you take their result and our result of the same night into account....

Ah well, work in progress, it can't always be your time right?

Just a word of notice if I suddenly dissapear off the face of the earth....it's Arsenal Spurs tomorrow, and if we mess it up then as you might well expect you may not see or hear anything from me for a bit while I sulk. Not bad weather for hibernation I suppose..

Right, I have to get my glad rags on as I'm off to see the fabulous Ennio Morriccone in concert tonight. Sooooo, hello and adieu for now.

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