I only wanna be

...your one-life stand.

February. The shortest of months. Isn't it?
The snow has melted a little more. Slowly, slowly. Still treacherous underfoot. I started the day yesterday by falling arse-over-tit against the side of my car. Dirty snow-melt and muck from the side of the car all over me before the working day had even begun.
Excellent.
Spurs failed magnificently with a (reported) number of earth-shattering bids for top-drawer strikers, while everyone else around us in the League raided their piggy-banks royally. Bah, let's hope JeFoe rediscovers his scoring touch. Nice at least to see the loaned-out Mr Keane score in his first match for the Hammers. He's been a good servant to the club.
Spring can come whenever it likes for my sake - at least the days are getting longer/brighter, eh?

Now I'm ready

...to start!

A little over half way through January. The unbelievable amount of snow that's been here has dissipated somewhat with a few days of (barely) plus degrees. Now what's left is huge, shrunken snow drifts everywhere with intermittent, completely friction-free, glassy areas which conspire to make old women of us all as we hobble fearfully along lest we end up on our arses. Come on Spring, I'm ready.
Spurs nearly pulled off an audacious loan move for Becks (so-called "King of the Cockneys" as one memorable banner read a few years back, haha) but it has ended up as merely a few weeks of training with the club. Still, on the plus side we beat Chelsea (!) to the signing of Pienaar from the Toffeemen. Hopefully, he'll bring a little versatility and verve to the midfield in the coming months. Very much everything still to play for on all fronts at the moment.
Also...last week my dentist cleverly tore my gums by one of my wisdom teeth, which has left me in pain and on antibiotics. Bah.

Your hair and dress in ribbons.

Babycakes.

Third Advent. Back in the north after last weekend's shenanigans back in Blighty. Hence the Bombadier variant above, heh heh.
A lot of snow, still, despite the fact that it went from -10 or more below up to plus degrees and rain on Friday night. At least in the centre of the city, where I was to be found missing a bus and dragging my sorry ass through the middle of the rainstorm and four-inch deep melting snow-slush at stupid o'clock in the morning. Bah. The things you do for beer, eh? Najs. It's been a while.
Anyhoo, now business as usual is the order of the day. It's 'taters out there.
Everything changes, everything stays the same...

Put on your blindfold

...and a dress that's tight

Hmmm. Two blog entries in a month. I have been remiss in my duties. Slap my wrists.
An absolutely marvellous week Spurs-wise: an away win at the Gooners (after being 2-0 down at half-time) last weekend, followed by a convincing mid-week win sealing progression to the next round of the Champions League (with a match to spare, no less) and a 2-1 home win against Liverpool a short while ago. Ah...
First Advent, so candles/fires have been lit and decoration thingies put up. Lots of plants bought today. A rug too - for the living room. The baby fishies have now been integrated into the larger bowl. One seems to be missing in action, but the other four have survived so far. Bless.
A short working week coming up - a flight to dear old Blighty next Thursday for a wedding. Which is nice. Note to self: shave your hair off.

It will be August in the morning

October nears its end. It's been a nice month, weather-wise, until this last week when the six-degrees-and-rain syndrome kicked in.
Halloween tomorrow. Spurs away to Man. Utd in a couple of hours. Time to put this particular bogey to rest. As long as the ref doesn't suffer temporary blindness in the case of any obvious Tottenham goals/penalty shouts as has happened in recent years.
Winter wheels on the car - it's gonna be a cold one apparently. I think it's probably for the best if I buy myself a nice pair of new boots, eh?
Right, footy soon. Beer now. Ah...

I think it's special

...what's behind your back

Mmmmmmm.

You know I dreamed about you

...for twenty-nine years before I saw you

October.
I don't do ill, which makes my current state of health a little irritating. Last week's gut-rot has given way to sincere lethargy and a feeling of all-over achiness. Bleh.
A tremendous last week for the mighty Spurs. First home-win ever in the Champions League followed by a "battling" home win in the (regular-flavoured) League against Villa. The boy Van der Vaart playing starring roles in both matches.
Dear Diary, I can't be assed to write any more tonight so I'm going to bed. Perchance to dream, assuming I can actually get any napper.