In the night when things go bump, think of me...

think "Here comes the grump"...

Monday rolls around again. A little weary still, shall we say, after the exertions of the company party last Friday.
Some unseasonal sunshine is upon us which is okay by me. I'm not one to grumble. Ahem. It puts a spring into one's step, healing leg aside.
Tottenham struggled to a miserable draw in the League on the weekend which leaves them languishing in twentieth place. But a point is a point I suppose.
This evening is lovely - a clear sky outside and a new, exciting day tomorrow. Now what's for tea? Hmmm, crisps maybe.

I was the teenage Steve McQueen...

...my best performance escaped me...

It's the time of year when all the good telly series begin again. Simultaneously.
I hope Dexter doesn't take it a series too far. So far it's been magnificent, heh heh.
Finally got around to seeing the Batman movie. Tremendous. The Ledge will be sorely missed. What a waste.
I'm not even going to mention anything about football. When's the Kaisers' album coming out? Catchier than measles. I'm the doctor - but I've got no cure for it. I do the best I can.

And it's you and it's me...

...and we're sleeping through the day...

It's getting colder in the mornings. Single degrees. And darker too. Doesn't make it any easier to get out of bed.
I'm healing up now. My leg will be beautiful once more. Ahem.
The Russian revolution gets underway at Spurs tomorrow night. Let's hope the new boy finds it as easy to score in the Premier League as he does against England. And indeed Wales. Bah.
Time to dig out some warmer clothes. It's official. Purple is the new black.

Between the click of the light...

...and the start of the dream...

Stitches out. I feel like a new man. Don't we all darling?
Autumn is approaching. Back to school. Coats for goalposts. Hair on my molested pin growing back.
Suits you sir.

So give me coffee and tv...

Check out this guy - he's got it going on. He's like, I know, I'll wear a really cool t-shirt that shows what a crazy sense of humour I've got and that let's the laydeez know that I like them to wear poorly-fitting trousers pulled up really tight so I get an instant idea of the topography of their genitalia. I mean it's a win-win right? The women will be cat-fighting their way to me.
Style is like a second cousin to class.

We'll be the pirate twins again...

...oh my country...

I'm sat here struggling through a Wales world cup qualifying match. It does not bode well. A missed penalty (including the rebound). I ask you. I'm just waiting for one or both of the Spurs boys to be injured and this ordeal will be complete ha ha. I'm guessing that we might not be present in south africa in 2 years. Are you surprised? Newsflash...They've finally scored! We're gonna win the world cup! Wales Wales etc.,