Clogging up the information highway

Dinner time at last, not that theres much difference between work time and non work time at the minute. On track to enter a post a day, it keeps me happy and away from the public toilets.

Watched smatterings of footy last night between washing pots, and wondering why our proud nation can't produce even a half decent performance for spells greater than 2 minutes in length.
Of course, it was only a friendly and half the squad were sat at home with the fire on having a good old laugh at the expense of the reserve teams attempts to force their way into the managers plans. The Times diagramatics of average player positions showed that only Phil Neville played beyond the left side of the centre circle. I imagine the rest of the lads figured that since hes got two left feet he should be able to perform the roles of both left back and left midfield. Everyone else seemed to be headed towards the right side corner flag, either to get closer to Shawn to make sure his passes reached them, stay away from Phil or to look at the fit spanish bird in the crowd with no bra under her tight top. Theres always one.

At least Buzzcocks cheered me up

They should have televised QPR vs China, apparently after half an hour it dissolved into a fight off between queensburys rules and kung fu. 2 chinese concussion victims and a hospitalisation later and the game is abandoned and Chelseas (the match organisers) vain attempts at biting a chunk of the Asian market go down in a blaze of glory.

Then on to this mornings weather report:

SNOW.
AGAIN.
but proper powdery stuff this time, non of your rubbish frozen ice-snow. still coming down now.

I'm hoping it clears up before tomorrow evening though as we off to Manchester and if I have to drive I'll be the old woman in front of you struggling to control my nerves/car at speeds in recess of 15mph. Beep all you like boyracer, I dont give two hoots. You might die fast and live young, but I'll die slow and live that little bit longer as they struggle to remove the shards of saefty barrier from my broken body.

Luckily we are owt of booze and so a weekend of sobriety looms. the trouble with wine clubs is, you have a great time getting plastered for a week and a half followed by much stress whilst you deciede whether to get more or save money / morning stress of getting the kids ready whilst you nurse your self inflictions. If saturday upholds the prohibition, a good Sunday roast usually brings the beer train back on track.

So there we go, time to get stuck into the Butternut Squash soup kindly prepared by the strife last night. with thick crusty white bread to dip and a mars bar to cancel any beneficial health effects. Dont get me wrong, I'm on no diet (although Jan keeps trying to convince the world and his wife that I have a double chin. !) but making food at home is cheaper than buying and results in healthy options by default.

Time to chow down.