A man and his dog, trying to make sense of it. A man trying to cook, while avoiding the dogs Cato like attempts to brain him. A man trying very hard not to complain about his working day. A man of no faith, who worships Birmingham City. A man who loves the sort of music that gets him labelled with bad words. .A dog with little brain but great appetite. Welcome to our world.. a world full of wife, children, cats and vegetables. A good world.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Cherry Lips
So, my misgivings were misplaced and the Blues won again and now we are about to play Blackburn at home. We will moida da bums. One thing that is significant and doesn't seem to be much commented upon is the fitness of our players; I cannot remember a time when we have been able to field the same team so consistently. Hats off to the fitness guy.
The Guardian had a link to a very beautiful photo essay on Sicilly yesterday and while I was browsing around the site I came across this similarly beautiful essay on an amateur football club in Madrid.
I can't work out this damn spellchecker in Safari, it seems to work fine everywhere but on blogger.
Martin Kelner is always good in the Guardian on Mondays, yesterday he was inspired.
Late edit. We did moida da bums.............just about! It would be nice to win comfortably, but fuck it, tonight we were awesome.
Celebrate by watching this bloody marvelous documentary on the End of the Road Festival.
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