Up the Gunners!

Quite a night for the Arsenal at home last night. Good one lads. Nice win over twente, despite what the commentators might have to say - one of the tedious parts of watching from one's armchair, having to endure the likes of old dire 80's reject presenters talk twaddle.... move on BBC will ya? (I'm leaving good old Lineker out of this btw)

My mate Poppy took her pa on my season ticket and I was so tired I watched it at home, although the rest of my evening took a rather exciting turn as I ended up morphing into a leather gloved, trouser suited, stiletto wearing (dark glasses, the lot) personal minder for none other than my favurite person, Mr Stephen Morrissey. We visited Ronnie Kray's grave and I managed to shake off many a tormentor by driving whiley back routes and shuffling him through dark alleys and the like. Very exciting.

Anyway, back to stuffy old reality with a bump it is and I'm due at the dentist in five minutes ooops I just realised. Laters. Miss K.