Ok, so I'm not Supergirl. :-(

Yeah, I know. This may come as a rather large dissapointment to the masses out there. Sorry to shatter any illusions you might have.... ;-) Well, it blew mine straight outta the window, that's for sure.

After having lost the plot last night in a rather strange situation where I found myself crying like a baby lamb who lost it's Mam somewhere in the dark, wild moors, I realised that I aint so big and I aint so clever after all. I never thought of myself as a scaredy cat in any way since I've been big and won loads of fights (not neccessarily with my fists), travelled the world on my own and single handedly survived a fair old amout of s*** for one girl. Yesterday I came to realise that I am really still a bit of a baby. Well, maybe alot of one. I thought I'd grown up a lot recently you know. I don't know if you get that feeling ever - (probably not as I know alot of you are party people who rarely touch go for fear of stopping!), but recently I've been all on top of the world and been feeling really really sorted inside, guns blazing, ready to take the world and its failings head on and not stopped to think about any of my old insecurities. One rubbish day and a little bit of a crash out of control and it all came bruising down on my head. London's so flipping scary sometimes, and last night I got lost and flipped out. I was born here and have lived here for most of my life but there are still bits about it that I can't stand.

Anyway, excuse the wierd warble - it's early yet and my brain's not quite in gear. A cup of milky tea is yet to be drank and all that lovely morning stuff.

Speaking of big babies - I rather worryingly found the sight of old Arsene Wenger refusing to leave the touchline (in our game against Seville) like a big naughty schoolboy quite exciting last night.........

Tea. Lot's of it. I'll be back....