The glove compartment isn't accurately named...

..and everybody knows it...



Behold...scary Santa!
I mean, seriously, this thing would scare the life out of any kids that look too closely wouldn't it?
It scared me a little, I don't mind telling you.
Ew.

Today I have mostly had Danko Jones songs running through my head.
RAWK!

There's a storm outside...

...and the gap between the clap and thunder, the clap and thunder, is closing in...



Between Christmas and New Year's Eve.
Still wet and rainy. And unseasonably mild. Time for a cup of tea.
A full Premier League program today and a win against Reading would put my boys mid-table or thereabouts. Heady stuff.

Back to work in just under a week.
Wonder what the new year will bring...

Goalscoring superstar hero...

...you let your hair down and play with the fans...


Merry Christmas!

Today has dawned - astonishingly - a few degrees above zero and rainy. My first couple of years in Sweden it was beautiful and snowy this time of year. Bah. I want some snow...

Sensible World of Soccer appeared out of the blue (finally) on XBox Live yesterday. Woohoo! Now, if I can just work out how to play it with the XBox controllers instead of my trusty old table-top joystick from the Amiga days I might be omething other than completely useless on it. I've yet to actually win a match on the thing. And I used to be so good, *sob*. Still, time is on my side and I'm prepared to put the hours in, heh heh.
Yesterday was a swedish Xmas feast, today it will be turkey and the trimmings (including yorkshire puddings, nam nam)-
And crackers.
;O)

That's right - you knows what I'm saying...

...your mother's offered me the goods - I'm not paying...


The day before Christmas Eve.
After a cold start the weather settled into a routine of zero degrees and...incessant rain.
How can it rain when it's zero degrees celsius? Without a hint of sleet even. Bah.
Spurs battled manfully against the Arse but, after hitting the crossbar and missing a penalty it was only ever going to end in defeat. Som vanligt.
Now then - if I can just find my Snowman dvd. He loves that little lad, you know...
*sob*

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to us all!

It took a tattooed boy from Birkenhead...

...to really really open her eyes...


The last day on the job (so to speak) before the christmas break. Woohoo!
A couple of weeks of too much food and not enough drink to get through. Hoping too that spurs can keep the renaissance going. An easy local derby against lowly arsenal this weekend should kick off the crowded christmas fixture list nicely.
Wonder what santa's got in his sacks for me this year.
Ahem.

The pounding rain continues its bleak fall...

...we decided just to write after all...


Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat. The weather seems to have forgotten the time of year, however, but hope springs eternal. Spurs have finally won a match again though so maybe a rush and a push over the festive period will mean a heady mid-table perch. There's that hope thing rearing its head again, ha ha. This week i have been mostly dreaming about sleep. Do androids dream of electric sheep? Mmm...sheep.

There's a bear in my head wanting to be loved...

...eyes like marbles - all he needs is a hug...


My stupidity knows no bounds. Yesterday i forgot to bring my wallet to work with me. Not a problem as i had cash for lunch. What was more of a problem was that on the way home i needed petrol and decided to fill up, only realising when 66 litres had been filled that ... Guess what? ... My wallet was at home. Oh how i chuckled to myself. Not. Lack of sleep does terrible things to a person...

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town...

...this town will drag you down...


sex grader och regn.