Oh God, it's raining...

...but I'm not complaining...

"According to a popular legend the two-fingers salute and/or V sign derives from the gestures of longbowmen fighting in the English army at the Battle of Agincourt (1415) during the Hundred Years' War.The story claims that the French claimed that they would cut off the arrow-shooting fingers of all the English longbowmen after they had won the battle at Agincourt. But the English came out victorious and showed off their two fingers, still intact."(courtesy of wikipedia)

True or not, you've gotta love that story, eh? Isn't the v-sign so much more, erm, classy than the ugly, American version involving just the one finger?

After a few days of pretend-winter it's now back to six degrees and rain. Mmmm...nice.

The mighty Tottenham juggernaut rumbles on in Europe. Ahem.

I've got an iPhone and I loves it. Are you surprised? The camera's a little crappy (especially compared to my old phone) but hey, I can live with it.

Actually, I was lying about the not complaining thing...miserable bloody weather bah grumble...

I could feel your heartbeat...

...across the grass

Winter is finally here. Excellent. Especially as I have a new car and haven't had chance to put the winter wheels on yet. Still, 18" is not to be sniffed at, eh? Mmmm.
Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat. Ho hum.
Spurs have finally lost their unbeaten record under Harry. We need to get back on the horse now before the wheels come off again. How's that for mixed metaphors?
From the worst ever start to a season to the best ever start under a new manager...over a hundred and twenty years of history to compare that to. Crazy madness.
What's for lunch?

All about chemistry...

Ha ha ha.
The Tottenham revival continues apace. Magic. So far 'arry's been in charge for five games...won four, drawn one. Serious - you couldn't make this shit up, could you? Go on Benty!
Joe Calzaghe also won, rather less surprisingly. Awesome. 46-0. That's a hell of a roll. Time to hang his boots up. Or his gloves. Or whatever.

Every girl is a something girl...

...she's got something...

If dressing up as a girly is wrong then I don't ever wanna be right.

As Anthony said to Cleopatra, as he opened a crate of ale...

...oh, I say, some girls are bigger than others...

It's Halloween. Wooooooo. Etc.,
The Mighty Spurs are slowly, I hope, crawling from the bottom of the League. 4 goals away at the Gooners must be good for confidence. And the injury-time equaliser was sweet sweet sweet, heh heh. Robbie Keane back at the Lane in a couple of hours. Hope he goes home unhappy.
Winter is almost here too. Frost in the mornings. Headwear is where it's at, I've decided. I need to keep my little head warm.
Note to self also: Eat more breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day you know.