I come awake with a gift for womankind...

...you're still asleep, but the gift don't seem to mind...

So that's it for another year then. All the pressies have been unwrapped and all the fireworks have fizzled out. Mind, another week before work starts again...

We're in the middle of a cold snap here, but still no bleedin' snow. The temperature's been hovering between about -8 and 0 degrees but...nothing. Snow, already! Bah. Snow, lovely snow. Det är dags.

A dreadful Christmas for the mighty Tottenham. Maybe buying back Jermain Defoe will kick-start things again. Something is needed. And soon.

Another year older, another year wiser, my arse.

Happy New Year clarts!

The future's bright...the future's goldie lookin'.