And like the waves, without a sound...

I'll never let you down...

The snow came to nothing, as it often does, but my hopes are high that it will return, heh heh.

Time to get back to the gym after weeks and weeks of over-indulgence (read: general piggery) over the festive period. Back to school and all that. It's alright. Could be worse. The swing of things. It's like riding a bike. Or a horse. Or something. The old routines. Isn't it?

The mighty Tottenham have sunk back into the mire of the "bottom-three". Gulp. Time is a-ticking, they're taking a licking. Bah. This has got to stop. And soon. Not enough balls in the squad, it appears.