Stop me, oh-oh-oh stop me...

...stop me if you think that you've heard this one before...

Mmm...let's see that again, shall we?

To win the cup for Totting-ham...

Happy days are here again. A place in Europe next season guaranteed. We arrived back from Copenhagen with seconds to spare before the kick-off, heh heh.
All is good...

Bread of Heaven, bread of Heaven...

...feed me 'til i want no more...

Check out the entertainer in one of Copenhagen's oldest pubs pictured above. Genius. He sleeps all day and he rocks all night.!
What he did was spin the wheels and then...jam along unbelievably badly on guitar. All manner of standards were murdered. Horribly. The Beatles and the Stones. Make it good to be alone. Heh heh.
Tomorrow Tottenham play against nasty Chelsea in the League Cup Final. Come on!!
Sitting in the hotel room late at night. Eating crisps and drinking beer. Ahh...

Spurs are on their way to Wembley...

...Tottenham's gonna do it again...

Today we are in Denmark. We should have arrived last night, having arranged babysitters for the weekend and everything. Sadly the weather had other ideas so our flight was cancelled and we spent the night in the city at Malin's folks' place instead - flying out this morning on the 06:45 flight. which entailed a taxi at 05:20. Not exactly a lie-in but there you go. Bah. Today has been spent s.h.o.p.p.i.n.g. And drinking beer. And eating sausage. Good, healthy Danish pursuits one and all. I also made sure we got to see the resurgent Wales give the Italians a nice possing in the rugby. I'd made a kind of half-assed promise not to buy any more jeans before my birthday, but then i stumbled into the adidas shop. The jeans have 3 stripes on the selvedge. I mean seriously...that's a sign, right? The normal rules don't apply in such situations. I'm almost sure of it. Jeans. Adidas. What a brilliant idea. Why did no-one think of it sooner?
Self-control is a wonderful thing...

Don't worry if you're confused...

...we all tend to be sometimes...

Today was a lovely day. It felt (and smelt) of Spring.
Not really any sun to speak of, but no rain. Which is a good thing.
I'll take what I can get.

I have been mostly listening to Duran Duran cd singles, for some odd reason. Nice.
Well, at least in patches, ha ha.

Another working week begins soon. We're off to Copenhagen next weekend without the nippers. Back in time for the Carling Cup Final starring (hopefully in the leading role) the mighty Tottenham Hotspur late Sunday afternoon. I'm visibly excited. Oh yes.

Soon time for Miami Ink. Ah, crap television is a wonderful thing, is it not?

I want to hurry home to you...

...put on a slow dumb show for you - and crack you up...

Winter. Just for a little while.

I never wanna act my age...

..what's my age again?

It's gone a bit colder suddenly. The lake has iced over, for probably the first time this "winter".
At least there's been a little sunlight this week. And it's gradually getting a little lighter in the mornings. Nice.

Still, I mustn't grumble...only just under a month until we go to Curacao, baby!
And Wales are on for the Grand Slam (or, more realistically, perhaps, the Triple Crown). Woohoo!

All blog pictures from here on in come from my spanking new moby. 5 mega pixels of goodness blah-blah.

I'm a tiger. RAOOOWWWWW.
Actually, it's probably more of a lion, thinking about it, isn't it?

It's even trying to snow now. Ooh.

Punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate...

...will nature make a man of me yet?



It's raining again, ha ha.

Spencer's been a bit off-colour this week, so I've had a couple of so-called VAB days.
I've been utilising my new gym membership. About time too.
I've also, erm, been eBaying a little. Again. Doh!
Mmm...sweet sweet gadgets.

I also cut my own barnet. Possibly not the best idea I ever had, but oh well...

Look at them go. look at them kick...

...makes you wonder how the other half live..



This is how the hail looked yesterday. Almost a biblical thing. Crazy madness- It hung around for a while too.
Like small, hard, cold, almost completely round pellets.
Still, it could have been worse - it could have been raining...
;O)

Think of seven letters, begin and end in 'c'

...like a big american car but misspelt with a 'd'



Okay, right, so there's 93:26 seconds on the clock and Tottenham are deservedly 1-0 up against probably the best team in the League (this "result" coming just about a week after the 5-1 drubbing of the Gooners in the Cup, remember?)...then, with the last so-called kick of the game, some Agentinian in-bred somehow bundles the ball over the line. The whistle goes immediately. If not sooner. 1-1. Bah. Ah well, If somebody'd said beforehand it would be a draw I'd probably have taken it, but still. They were really good value for the win in the end. And the new Scottish lad looked excellent. As did Woodgate. Together with Sir Ledley it would be a formidable central pairing.

Then, eating hemmagjord pizza a while later it seemed that Wales were to be on the end of a drubbing from England. At half-time the outlook was grim. To say the least. Wilkinson was kicking everything offered up to him Same old, same old.
Not paying much attention to sporting life's live scoreboard while munching on my food, though, I was somewhat, erm, elated to see the scoreline with ten minutes left. Wales a converted try clear. Unbelievable.
My habitual dirty grin was restored. The Grand Slam is on! At least until the next match, ha ha.

I need some sunlight.