In the gaps - between words - are the things that really intrigue me...

...It's the gasps and the sighs that say more about what's inside you...

I've always thought that dragonflies only have a lifespan of one day, so I was in a mad rush to let this poor feller out of the house...but it seems that that's not actually true. He was a big boy too. Lovely.

You used to take your watch off before we made love...

...you didn't want to share our time with anyone...

Today is a beautiful, sunny, late-Summer day. The air is warm, but has the scent of Autumn about it. Lovely.
The Berbatov transfer saga rumbles on, with just a few days of the transfer window left. Can he really be relied upon to make an effort if the deal falls through and he's stuck at lowly Tottenham? Bah. Hopefully there'll be some developments. Soon.
Today I'm at home. Convalescing.

Some of the older ones...

...remember the better idea...

This weekend I have been mostly listening to Elbow. See what I did there viewers?
The football season is now two games old and I'm already demoralised beyond words as the mighty Tottenham have started proceedings in their habitual rotten fashion.
I've got a brilliant idea, lads...what we'll do is sell nine-tenths of our team to the competition, including our top scorer of the last umpteen seasons. Then his equally gifted strike partner too - or better still, try and keep hold of the latter even though he'll then sulk, refuse to play and disrupt the whole team's preparations.
Some last-minute purchases must surely be in order, otherwise it'll be all over before it's even begun. Bah. Football sucks.

I'd like to kiss you baby, fall for your charms...

but that's all over when you lift up your arms...




Sunshine. Woohoo!
Sadly, it appears, with ten minutes left at least, that the mighty Tottenham have made another lousy start to the season. A goal down. Turncoat Berbatov has been brought on, but is he really even interested? Hmm...prove me wrong, alice-band boy...
The crayfish last night went down well. As did the snaps and beer, heh heh. I've fallen off the wagon. Big-style. Doh.

Never trust a man...

with egg on his face...



Okay...so it's been a week back at work after the summer break.
I can handle this. It's not so bad. The working week has flown by. Truly.
Maybe it takes a couple of days to get back into the swing of things, but once that happens it's downhill gardening isn't it?
I wonder how many weeks (days?) we have left of pretend-the weather hasn't changed its mind-"summer". Every day that's not wet and cold seems like a fluke. How did that happen? It wasn't that long ago that it seemed that the warm weather was never-ending.
Enjoy it while it lasts.

I want to believe...

19-19-19-19-1982...

...that was the year son...

Ah, a glorious year too - check out the top-quality 100% nylon on this centenary edition Spurs top. Was I ever that small? Really?
The last day of the hols and it's chucking it down. A nice lazy day in the sunshine wouldn't have gone amiss today but there you go. Mustn't grumble. I'll soon be back in the swing of things. Nothing changes, everything stays the same. It's been a while, mind, wonder if I still know how everything works. We'll soon see, eh, heh heh?
Summer moves on.

Yes and I'll make it all worthwhile...

...I'll make your heart smile...

Saturday. Just a couple of days left. The Charity Shield and the new Premiership season is almost upon us. I can't help feeling the mighty Spurs need another striker, but what do I know? Maybe it'll happen this week before the transfer window closes.
I think my body needs a holiday from what I've put it through this holiday. Gnerk.
Currently listening to the new Bloc Party single "Mercury". I can't decide whether I like it or not. It's certainly different, so full marks for effort.
I'm off outside to blow up a boat. As in "inflate it with air" as opposed to "insert dynamite and light the fuse". Ahem.
Back to school on Monday. Ho hum.

But it's alright if you act like a turd...

...cos I like...birds...



Monday - the last Monday of my summer holidays. How did this come around so soon? Bah.
Tottenham had better buy a replacement for Robbie Keane soon - only a few weeks until the transfer window closes. Mind, how do you replace Robbie Keane? *sob*
Back to Öjersjö tonight after a few days in Fiskebäckskil. Dead lucky with the weather as it's only really today that's been torrential rain. Looks like it's here to stay as well.
It's a good thing that I love my job, innit?

It'll end in tears...

...I won't cry

An evening dip in the sea at the end of a sunny day. The air still warm. These are the things that dreams are made of. Summer moves on. Coats for goalposts. Isn't it?

I've seen where rock is going...

...and it's not Tom of Finland...

This is alright, clarts. Out on the boat to an island. Swimming in the sea. Drying off in the sunshine. Summer skin. Mmm. It's a little before beer o'clock here. Locally-fished prawns and bread to follow. Guzzle. Everybody loves a chubby dude.