You won't admit to it...

...it makes no sense

Today dawned a beautiful, bright, sunshiney Sunday. A couple of degrees below zero and all is right in the world.

Now if only crappy Tottenham hadn't come back from two goals down only to still lose in the dying embers of the match yesterday. Against crappy Bolton too. How is it that almost every goal Bolton ever score comes from a set-piece and a goalmouth scramble? With a Kevin Davies push and shove in the build-up. Fat bastard. Frustrating.

It's nice to think that Spring isn't too far away now. Love is in the air, everywhere I look around. Outdoors, sunshine, a bit more daylight. I think I need all of these things. I also need a navy blue cardigan, I've decided.

This week I got another tattoo.