Dr won't you do with me what you can?

I have been very lax in my blogging duties dear readers. Apologies.
Yule is here. Cue copious over-eating and over-drinking. Every day. I need to get back to the gym. Ok, then, just one more cake / biscuit / crisp / beer / wine mohaha. Good job I'm such a manly studmuffin in the first place really, eh?
Still snowy at Slocombe Towers although the weather has hovered around zero or thereabouts for a couple of days. It's getting colder again now, so a few more snowfalls should fix it all up again. Mera...
Spurs good run continues with an easy win over West Ham so optimism still runs high for the rest of the season. Which is nice.

Must. Blog. Oftare.

You've got a funny way of saying hello

...and a pocket full of undisclosed dreams

As we "speak" it appears that the Gooners are being roundly thrashed by Chelski, which means that the mighty Tottenham will finish the weekend in third place. A little better than this time last year kan man säga.
Sat here with a little glögg and most of the Christmas decorations up. Well, the advent lights and all that malarkey anyhow. Cosy.
Today we've managed to spend a good few hours in Liseberg and pretty much a whole day without rain. WTF?!? That never happens. Mind, it's now "possible icy roads" and the first few droplets are appearing, so...

Now don't mention the blur

...at the merest hint of her

First advent. SUN!

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly

Uh-uh.
Saturday evening. Spurs on telly soon - a 4th/5th place clash against Villa. Come on!
First advent this weekend. How did that come around so quickly? Time flies when you love your job, heh heh.
This week I have mostly been wearing: jeans.

We are the goon squad and we're coming to town

...beep beep.

Fashion icons. Part 1. OP. Heh heh.
Pouring and pouring and pouring with rain. Non-stop. Ten degrees or so. Shouldn't it be a bit, erm, wintrier at this stage of the game. The year, I mean.
Sunday evening...Spurs on telly soon, a couple of cold beers waiting for me in the fridge. So it's not all bad, eh?
I caught an old episode of London Ink on tv this morning. Hmmm - it'll soon be time again methinks. Flowers maybe...and some leaves finally. Foliage of some sort.
An impressive win for Wales in the rugby yesterday - another couple of tries for the boy Williams. Immense.

The working week looms. Bring it on I say!

I'm looking for a religious girl

...with child-bearing hips

Grey grey grey.
Bah.
Miserable, boring weather. Never mind, snow is just around the corner. Dr's orders...
The mighty Spurs are still in the upper regions of the League. Could this be the year after all those false dawns? Let's hope so, eh?
This week I bought not one, but two wintry coats. Mmm...fishtails. I have a problem. Not least when you consider that at the moment it's way too warm to wear either of them, heh heh.

No matter how it ends

...no matter how it starts

Halloween is here again.
Busy at work right now. Meetings, meetings. It's a dirty old job but someone's gotta do it, right? It may as well be me.
Right now I'm all about the skinny jeans. It's taken a while but I've arrived here in my own sweet time.
Notice, dear readers, how I've skilfully avoided any mention of the football today? Until now. Bah...there's always next year.
I can wait. As long as it takes. But please don't let it be too long.

Where do we go from here?

...the words are coming out all weird

A couple of hours to go. Come onnnnn!

Make me think that at the end of the day

...some great reward will be coming my way

So many TV series, so little time. Madness. Maybe I should do something else one evening in the week?
Naaaaahhhh...
Tonight it's Peep Show S06E05. Maybe followed by Sons Of Anarchy S01E04.
Stoke at home this weekend.
Winter is coming. I'll be needing my mittens.
I've bought a new pair of specs. They'll be with me sometime next week, all being well. Najs. They're brown this time. We likes brown.
Meanwhile my online-shopping problem continues unabated...

The sound of waves in a pool of water

...I'm drowning in my nostalgia

Third in the League after a hard-fought away win at Pompey. Not helped by Jefoe rising to the crowd's baiting (and being kicked incessantly) by stamping and getting a straight red card, admittedly. By then he'd already netted Spurs' second, though, and we held on for a precious away win (another). What a tremendous start to the season still.
It's been a while.
This week I have mostly been shopping online and eating chips. It's what I do. Sour cream and chilli. Fredagsmix. With dip. Unstoppable.
The weekend has been lovely weather-wise...starting off cold, but then brightening up and being clear and sunny. Today, I brought up the steps from the lake. I'm guessing I won't be bathing any more this year, heh heh.

Every little piece of your life will add up to one

The new Editors album? A bit like a shit China Crisis album (replete with tribute cover art)?

Or is it a grower?
The jury's still out.
This week at work I'm apparently first line of support. A job I take very seriously indeed. I'm a serious boy.

Note to self: lighten up. You don't have a choice. Deal with it.

The loneliest kind of Love

Question: is the referee a wanker?
Answer: he surely is.
And stop calling me 'Shirley', Goddamnit.
She said.

I wanna be remembered as an outlaw honey

...the boy who stole your heart

Friday night, the Undertones on the stereo, a swiftly-dealt-with pizza in my belly. Ain't life grand?
A bit of sunshine on the way this weekend, by the sounds of it. Najs. It's getting colder, mind, especially in the mornings - then there's a real nip in the air. Mmmm...nips.
Spurs looking to bounce back from last weekend's result with a win at Chelsea. Come onnnnnn!
Home from work today with two sick nippers. A funny way to start the weekend. I think it may be time to watch Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Or maybe a couple of episodes of Eastbound And Down first...

I'm just an average guy. With exceptional hair.

I love her each weekday, each velvety cheek day...

Football sucks once more. 3-1 my ass...
Anderson scored for Man Utd. Has that ever happened before? Will it ever happen again? Bah.
Never mind, it's still a decent start to the season and there's an easy match away to Chelsea up next. Come on!

Will you let the fire die down soon

...or will I always be here?

Heh heh. Look at this pair of n'er-do-wells. That cheeky glint in their eyes. My great granddad and his dad. On the beach. In their Sunday best. And their headgear. And their beard and pipes. Marvellous. I loves this picture. They have Slocombe written all over them.
Today is a Saturday and it's not raining right now. Small mercies.
I've managed to offload my latest foolish eBay-purchase and even make a little profit on the transaction, so I'm quite pleased with myself. Still not managed to wangle myself a Voddler invite, though. Boo.
After unfavourable first impressions, the Brendan Benson album is growing on me. Very tuneful and not at all unlike Squeeze, so judging from the reviews I was always going to quite like it I suppose. Mmmm...Squeeze (in quite possibly the poorest quality YouTube video I've ever posted a link to. Hard to believe I know, as some of them have been right stinkers, but there you go...). I was bought a Squeeze boxset upon leaving my job at ABS in Oxford. Or rather given vouchers which led to me buying said boxset at least. Najs säger jag.
It's getting a little more Autumnal now, suddenly. Orange leaves falling from the trees, that golden sunshine that only comes this time of the year. Lovely. Tuesday was sunny and warm but there's definitely more of a nip in the air. Mmmm...nips. Ahem.

Voddler

Ooh! Voddler.
Gimme. This looks (and sounds from what I've heard) amazing. Movies. Streaming. Free. Fantastic. The only problem being I appear to be stuck in a queue with a gazillion other people. Bah.
I can't wait to get voddling.
Voddle. Sounds a bit like Hoddle. Genius.

The flight of fancy had to end

...and time would find another friend

Mohaha. Check this out! Worth $2.99 of anyone's money. C64 camera for the iPhone. Make any picture taken look as crap as it would have done on the magnificent old Commodore 64 home computer in glorious 16-colour. Ah, it makes my old heart sing, so it does, to be sure. Isn't it?
And the icing on the cake...while the photo is being magically transformed to '80's magnificence the screen displays the old 'fastloader' screen which used to be shown when a c64 game was being loaded (slowly) from cassette. Like so...

Now that's magic, that is. Genius. Truly. I loves it.

I fall for this season every time...

Lordy. Three wins out of three at the beginning of the season. Two of those matches away games as well. What on earth? I'm not complaining?
Does my undying love for the little boy Lennon (above) make me any less of a man, I wonder? Ahem.
Today has been sunny for the most part. I've clipped the grass, looked at the drainage in the lower fields and so on. I've also come to the conclusion that I love my iPhone even more than I thought I did.
Note to self: Stop bidding on random gadgetry on eBay. Doh. Pssst...wanna buy a phone? Mind you, the camera on this phone is shite, innit?
Now I shall iron something. Got to look pretty in the workplace, haven't I?

Top of the line...

Okay, so the season is now two games old. And Spurs have six points and are top of the League baby! What a difference a year makes, mohaha.
The Hammers to come this weekend. A 5-1 drubbing away(!) handed out to Hull last night and a hattrick for the little Jefoe feller. Notice Anthony in the background there, wondering why he exchanged a Spurs shirt for that orange number, heh heh. Why is everything I'm writing coming out in exclamation marks!!!?
I'm having a nice week. Now, if I can just get through the last instalment of the Lord of the Rings movie trilogy without becoming a teary blob on the sofa...gets me every time.
This week I took delivery of a fancy new mobile phone which I foolishly won in a moment of madness (again) on eBay. It's still locked to Orange UK, however, so as soon as I get that sorted out I can have a proper play with it. And the phone. She said. I can do this all night. Ahem.
Dexter is soon upon us. Bring that on too. It's all good. All of the time.

And the droning engine throbs in time

...with your beating heart

Woohoo! First match of the season and already Spurs have more points than they did after the first nine (ten?) matches last time around. 2-1 at home against Liverpool. The goals were scored by the left back and one of the centre backs. And not one of the four (count 'em) strikers who figured at some point or another during the match. Go figure.
I watched IFK play this morning too at Gamla Ullevi. A little bit of a difference in tempo between the two games. Putting it mildly (kindly).
This week I have mostly been listening to "The Chauffeur" by Duran Duran.
I've missed the footy. Very much indeed. Bring it on. I'm ready...

The light inside can never die

The end of the summer. Well, maybe not if word on the street has it right and there's some nice weather on the way. The end of the summer holidays at any rate.
The last few months of the year have limped into view. I thought I'd forgotten how everything worked but I've still got it. Oh yeah.
Work ain't so bad...

I've never seen a woman kill a man with her thighs

Back to school. The holiday is finishing on a low note with the last few days' beautiful weather giving way to grey, humid, raininess. Blergh.
Back to the grindstone. Is it that time already? It'll be alright, though...I love my job.

I should have kissed you by the water

...finally some sun!
As I slouch here in my shorts a flight of swallows dives and swoops in the blue sky above me.

A few days left of my summer holidays and hopefully a little bright weather.
I'm also hoping that the sun will bleach away the spot of curry I dribbled on my new shirt as it hangs newly-washed on the clothesline. Surprised? It wasnt even a particularly nice curry. Not like the ones I used to have in Oxford or Leeds. Bah.
But it's alright. Everything seems much brighter on a day like today.

That's new, that is...

Well, not new exactly...as seen above Crouchie has been at Spurs before, a few years back. Him and Ledders are reunited. I like 'im actually, so hopefully he'll renew his "little and large" strikeforce with JeFoe. Is anyone gonna buy Bent(y) off us? I feel a little sorry for him actually - after all he was last season's top-scorer, but he seems to be surplus to 'arry's requirements. And what's happening to Bentley?

Is he gonna get another chance or just have another season of keeping the bench warm? I have my suspicions that it was him that did this and that's why he fell out of favour with the guv'nor.
Today has been a beautiful day - sunny and warm.
Jesus...finally
Of course, as I write this it's started to rain.
Back to school in a week. Let the sunshine in for a while before that, eh? I'm ready now.

It's not where you're from

...it's where you're at

I'm from the 'port (Casnewydd), so I've got it covered either way, heh heh.
This is a picture of me on a wheel for the second time this year. Not as spectacular as the London Eye this one, but it's quite nice all the same. The last day in Köpenhamn and it's been alternately sunny and overcast (like almost every other day this holiday seemingly).
Today I bought myself a pair of jeans. Unusual for me, I know, but why not live a little? I thought to myself.
A week of holidays remaining. Wonder if I can remember what I was doing at work all those weeks ago? I'm sure once I'm there again it'll all come flooding back to me. Mmmm...meetings.
No sign of any A-Team members without undercrackers today thankfully. I've been keeping my eyes open, mind.
I really like this place, some of the locals could be a bit friendlier, though. They're a little terse. And they speak funny. Not like where I'm from.

I'm teaching fools some basic rules.

Gangster. Word.

Today we are in wonderful, wonderful Copenhagen.
A pity everything is so pricey for "us" Swedes nowadays. Even beer costs an arm and a leg. It's nice beer, mind, so the loss of limb(s) is almost worth it.
Today a member of the A-Team (Copenhagen division) staggered up to us as we were sitting in one of the squares by the main drag drinking a crafty beer in the sun (us, not him...I mean, we were the ones drinking at this point - he'd obviously finished his stash). He was clutching the usual plastic bag full of returnable beer/pop bottles and sporting an unusually awful mullet of some distinction. He appeared to have cut his own fringe with a blunt pocket-knife, leaving the back to its own devices. Lush.
Upon spying our table he blundered over and proceeded to mutter at us. I think the general gist was "Give me some money. For booze". Although I could be wrong, Danish people talking confuses me. Of course, I was having none of it and sent him on his way with a flea in his ear.
Most bizarrely of all, however, the gentleman didn't appear to be wearing any underpants. Or indeed trousers. Now there's something you don't see every day.
Nor would you wish to. Ew ew ew.

I look at yours and you laugh at mine

The bloody weather still can't seem to make up its mind.
Back in Göteborg for a few days before going up to Fiskebäckskil again. Summer seems to have moved on. Oh dear. I quite liked having it around, truth be told. I'm not sure I was ready to give it back. Mine.
England are in with a real chance in the Ashes as long as it doesn't go tits-up. Here's hoping.
Spurs have bought a couple of kids called "Kyle" from Sheffield. Hardly the big-name signing I was hoping for. Maybe there's more to come. Roll on the start of the season. Please. I'm ready now.
Spidey lives here.

Lightning is my girl

Hundreds of little froggies everywhere (top and bottom right in the pic).
Uh-uh-uh!
Getting out to the car was a tippy-toes exercise so as not to step on the little blighters. Mmmm....tiptoes. Cute.

Where do we go from here?

...is it down to the lake I fear?

I took this photo at half-past ten in the evening after a swim. Serious clarts. Nuts.

I'm not the kind of guy who dresses like a king

...so a really fine pair of shades means everything

Today has dawned sunny and glorious. Rather like myself. Ahem.
Back from Fiskebäckskil I had some packages to pick up from the post office. Najs. A few items have gone back but a few have been kept. It would be nice if I could actually wear the pair of shoes I bought without my toe hurting but I'll have to wait a little while for that to go away I suppose. Poor me.
It's all been very quiet on the transfer front as far as Spurs are concerned this summer so far. Just Zakora leaving for Sevilla so far. Maybe there'll be a shopping frenzy the last couple of weeks before the new season starts. Mmm...shopping...frenzy. The new home strip is growing on me. It'll look good on any new recruits.
Why do I still feel an urge to shop?
Too much is never enough. Not ever...

Bare ankles used to mean adventure

Today was a nice day.
Summerier (is that a word? More summery. It is now) weather has returned and all is well with the world. Sunny and warm. I have started (somewhat belatedly) watching the American version of The Office and guess what? Just like everyone else in the world has been saying for the last few years it's actually really good. Apparently it becomes more "itself" after the first series (which is almost a carbon copy of the Ricky Gervais version) so I'm looking forward to it.
My toe(s) is(are) gradually returning to their normal size/colour. Which is nice.
I ate a Subways (well, one and a half foot of Subways in fact - that's 18-inches baby) sandwich.
It's been a while, but it's still good when you come back to it.

Nu då...

Newsflash:
It's still raining.
Today I read an article in Word magazine about "Bands that only I like"...
My nomination would have to be It's Immaterial. One solitary hit with "Driving Away From Home" but a first album of almost complete perfection. Laugh-out-loud funny, off-kilter, tuneful, indie-when-it-still-meant-something magic. And a second album that slipped out without anyone even noticing. Except your eagle-eyed blogger...
Here is the best hit-that-never-was that I can think of

And a video that I-never-knew-existed

And the one-and-only-hit

Sixth form common rooms, album sleeves for school-book covers, scratching the band name in the same font (though it wasn't called a font in those days) on my school bag, coats for goalposts.
Isn't it?

You. Outside. Now.

One week of the holidays down, another four to go. Ho hum.
The weather has taken a turn for the worse. The second day in a row of torrential rain. The rain floods gutters and makes a great sound on concrete.
Today I slipped on some wet decking and lost my footing with no warning whatsoever. I smashed my tea mug against the side of the house and fell completely arse-over-tit. Ouch. My littlest toe is now a lovely shade of purple/black and resembles nothing so much as a prinskorv (or cocktail sausage, if you're reading this outside Sweden).
Please come back Mr Sunshine. We miss you.

Want to dive into your ocean

...is it raining with you?

Summer holidays are here again. It's unseasonably warm right now. i.e. it's really hot and sunny despite being summertime, haha.
It will now be at least 72 years before a British feller competes in a Wimbledon men's singles final after Murray came a cropper in the semis yesterday. A pity because it feels like he'd stand a much better chance against prissy Mr Federer than the Stifler stand-in Roddick. Particulary with his good head-to-head record and the crowd behind him. Oh well.
Today I have been swimming in the sea, lying in a hammock reading a book and sleeping and, um, doing other stuff. I'm on me 'olidays, like. Are you looking at me bra?
Wonder how the Lions got on? Cheating dirty South Africans. Bah.
I like swimming. In the sea. Very much.

The ghosts of my life

...blow wilder than before

Today it is officially scorchio. For the first time in living memory, it hasn't rained at all during Wimbledon's first week. Typical, now that the multi-million pound roof on Centre Court has finally been installed, heh heh.
These are the new Spurs strips for next season. As feared, the yellow chevron thingummy on the chest is in place. I'm not sure I approve, but I dare say I'll come to love it. Do you love it?
One more week at work before the summer break. I'll survive. Somehow.

And I can't look up

...the fingers of love move down

Note to self: Blog more often.

What is rock?

I'm back Back BACK! I haven't forgotten you, dear old blog. How could I?
The weather is also back. Good weather, that is. Hot and sunny and summery again. Finally. Midsummer (last Friday) was a little changeable, although more clement than last year.
After a busy, rushed spell at work last week, today I had a fantastic day. Truly.
Everything I touched turned out beautifully.

Pearly where's your milk white skin

...what's that stubble on your chin?

The new Spurs home strip. Supposedly. I bloody well hope not. Ew ew EW.
Tranny and Susannah give it the thumbs down too. Let's hope the football's better than the fashion.
Chanted by Spurs supporters during the win over Man. City towards the end of the season upon spotting Liam Gallagher in the crowd...'You're just a shit Chas & Dave' mohahaha!
I'm blogging on a Thursday. That's almost unheard of. Must be the vino collapso that's driving me to it.
This evening I have been remembering what a tremendous song "The Days of Pearly Spencer" (Marc Almond version thereof) is. I loves it.
Until the next time, dear viewers...

I want to drown in her precious arms

...I want to listen to the siren songs

Hot sunny sunshiney day.
Today, I had my first dip in the lake this year. The thermometer said 19 degrees - in the shallows, in the sun - but I'm not convinced. Mind you, if it don't kill you...
Rosé in the sun. Räkrosa too.
This weekend I have mostly been listening to Thomas Feiner & Anywhen and Sweet Billy Pilgrim.
Apparently, there's more weather on the way. Who'd have known? I'm even clean-shaven by my (admittedly) lowly standards.
Ah, the warm sunlight on my soft (ahem) skin. More of the same please.
Thanks.

Tell me the lights still flicker

...when we kiss

Today is my birthday. Another year older, another year wider. It has rained almost constantly.
I had some nice presents, ate lunch in the village and had sponge (with icing) and custard for dessert. So it's not been all bad.
Yesterday I downloaded a Bill Nelson album from iTunes which was 29 years old. Bloody hell. I'll be getting the odd grey hair here and there soon. Ahem.
It's a good job I've still got it, eh?

Huuuu-ngry eyes

...one look at you and I can't disguise

Ah Lord Patrick of Swayze. Wise words.
Hey hey...we'll keep it running in the family.
Mmm. Sweet, sweet chips. Crisps. Whatever.
Gimme.

Let's grow old together

...and die at the same time

Friday. Beer.
If it ain't broke don't fix it.

Hmmm...what do we have here then?

This is a happy-face spider apparently. I wouldn't be very happy if I saw one, I can tell you, even though they're supposed to be tiny. *Shudder*.
Today is bright with intermittent clouds. Rather like me.
Note to self: Be less grumpy.

From different maps

...dead bees on a cake

I dunno about that, but I have a dead bird on my t-shirt.
Saturday evening. Tottenham played out a creditable 0-0 draw away at Everton. Not sure if it really does much good with regards to the last European spot in the League, but we're in eighth spot right now. And it looks like Man. City won't get much change out of Man. Utd tomorrow, so it's likely to go down to the wire. As they say.
It seems that Wil-son Pal-a-c-i-os has returned to Honduras where the murdered body of his brother has been found. Wtf?!? Two Spurs players' brothers have been murdered in as many weeks. Yikes.
Isn't the label on this "Spring lager" pretty? That would look good in ink, that would. Pretty, inky flowers.
Hmmm...

I'm a cowboy

...on a steel horse I ride

Mebollocks. Possibly one of the crappiest lines ever in popular music. Tosser. Thank you for that Mr Bon-so-called-Jovi. And by the way where are your eyebrows? Eh? Answer me that.
Maybe the same place as so-called-Whoopi-Goldberg's. Bah.
I ask you...

Every time I comb my hair

...thoughts of you get in my eyes

Hello, good evening and bollocks. I was reminded of Roger Mellie as I watched the Chalmers cortege thing on Friday night go up Aschebergsgatan...student coonts, hahaha.
The long weekend is nearly over. Spurs got a precarious win with another clean sheet at home. If they can keep another in the last home match it'll be their best ever year defensively at home in terms of goals conceded. How did that happen after the dreadful start to the year, undrar jag? White Hart Lane is a veritable fortress. Roll on next season. I hope. Snigger.
Now I'm drinking a Mariestad in front of "The Phantom" with the nippers. Whatever happened to Billy Zane? I suppose his obvious lack of talent was a big factor in his demise as a film-star, but for a while there he got all kinds of work, didn't he? Bald as a badger, he was, all those years...I never realised until later on. The power of a good syrup...Mind, he was a very fit feller. If you like that kind of thing.
Is it just me or does he look a lot like dear old Lloyd Cole...?
Everyone's favourite ex-Welsh girly is in it too...Catherine Zeta-Jones-Turtle-Neck-Douglas (or whatever she calls herself these days).