HAVE WE HAD IT UP THE ARSENAL??
What would you think if people told you what or what not to write about in your own diary? You'd probably tell them to go and read something that suits their own tastes wouldn't you? Well, chill the f*** out people! I mean, I know this blog IS online for all and sundry to read, but it is actually written reflections and rantings on the shit I experience in my life, which to some IS going to be pure shit no doubt, but not something I could ever or would even wish to tailor to somebody else's idea of a "good read". Had I ever been such a twat I would have signed up and sold my soul for stardom with a Major bunch of slappers and become London's next footballer's arm candy, or, even more distasteful - "KT Tunstall"....Bloody hell I STILL can't get over that idea!
Anyway, plain and simple, I'm not writing stories for entertainment, nor a magazine - I'm just a self indulgent wacky London miss that likes to shoot the breeze - that's all. My pen and mind are freeeeeeeee to wander where they like. Football, music, whatever comes into my head, I can find summit to kill my day with and waffle on about. I enjoy it even. SO, I am sorry if you support a different club to me or don't like reading about football - but - please do try to remember that nobody is holding a gun to the back of your head making you read this (I hope) and if you find you must do it anyway then you can skip the bits you don't like. Try directing your anger or frustrations at your own diary or life as it's most likely that that is not as you'd like it to be.
WOOOOHOOOO I'm sounding rather narked this morning. Calm down Love. Don't go all Strutter on anybody. Just carry on. I think I opened up my emails from the wrong side of bed today. Probably because I went to kip late and bundled out of bed early (for a change) and then went running about and swimming and stuff and my day is not even nearly over and I'm well tired.
Anyway, on the subject of my beloved.... (See - it don't work), looks like we fooked it perhaps. Although I do hate to be a moany old git regarding football and it's ups and downs, it is looking as though Arsenal's luuurrrrverly run as potential title winners this year is well and truly on the rocks. And dem rocks - dey is BIG rocks which may take more than a half Arsed effort from an unstable Adebayor and current team to balance on. Had we taken a downward turn earlier in the season I might not have felt so miffed - but after some many months of spoiling and watching my boys make every pundit that ever gobbed off at the start of the season re trace their footsteps and have a second glance, I can't help feeling a little miffed at the last four or five games taking a serious downward turn. "It's just a game", that stupid STUPID frustrating phrase springs to mind here like salt water on an open wound. Best not think about it. For today. Back tomorra, in a better mood one hopes. Must sleep. Au revoir!
Anyway, plain and simple, I'm not writing stories for entertainment, nor a magazine - I'm just a self indulgent wacky London miss that likes to shoot the breeze - that's all. My pen and mind are freeeeeeeee to wander where they like. Football, music, whatever comes into my head, I can find summit to kill my day with and waffle on about. I enjoy it even. SO, I am sorry if you support a different club to me or don't like reading about football - but - please do try to remember that nobody is holding a gun to the back of your head making you read this (I hope) and if you find you must do it anyway then you can skip the bits you don't like. Try directing your anger or frustrations at your own diary or life as it's most likely that that is not as you'd like it to be.
WOOOOHOOOO I'm sounding rather narked this morning. Calm down Love. Don't go all Strutter on anybody. Just carry on. I think I opened up my emails from the wrong side of bed today. Probably because I went to kip late and bundled out of bed early (for a change) and then went running about and swimming and stuff and my day is not even nearly over and I'm well tired.
Anyway, on the subject of my beloved.... (See - it don't work), looks like we fooked it perhaps. Although I do hate to be a moany old git regarding football and it's ups and downs, it is looking as though Arsenal's luuurrrrverly run as potential title winners this year is well and truly on the rocks. And dem rocks - dey is BIG rocks which may take more than a half Arsed effort from an unstable Adebayor and current team to balance on. Had we taken a downward turn earlier in the season I might not have felt so miffed - but after some many months of spoiling and watching my boys make every pundit that ever gobbed off at the start of the season re trace their footsteps and have a second glance, I can't help feeling a little miffed at the last four or five games taking a serious downward turn. "It's just a game", that stupid STUPID frustrating phrase springs to mind here like salt water on an open wound. Best not think about it. For today. Back tomorra, in a better mood one hopes. Must sleep. Au revoir!
