Mmmm...goths.
The weather is beautiful this afternoon. Pity I've lost my mojo and am feeling little and sick. Poor lamb. Get well soon, eh? What I'd like to be doing now is sitting somewhere cosy eating ice cream. Or something. A weekend away somewhere might be nice too. A city break. Shopping. Still mad for it.
Wales have lost another World Cup qualifying match so as usual the campaign is over before it's even begun.
Isn't the new England strip nice? Old-school. We likes it.
Today I hurt my leg. My bleedin' calf twanged painfully as I demonstrated my silky skills at the last indoor training session for Joel. Bah. It's been building up to it all week but today was the day. Ouch.
I broke my self-imposed jeans-buying ban this week too. Big style. I've fallen off the wagon. Oh well...at least I'll look good lying there by the roadside. Snigger.
Lots of half-assed snow which turned to mush this week. Hopefully it'll be the last of it before Spring turns up.
Wales versus Finland in the World Cup qualifiers today. Rub rub.
My name is Jonathan Slocombe and I'm a shopaholic...
Spurs are in the top half of the League FOR THE FIRST TIME THIS SEASON.
It's only taken, typ, seven months, mohahah. Najs.
Spurs are in the top half of the table for the first time this season.
It's only taken, typ, seven months, mohaha. I knew it was only a matter of time. Ahem.
It's raining again...I'm hearing the pitter-patter now...
Oh, happy days. A magnificent Spurs win against Chelsea for the first time in donkeys' years. Thoroughly deserved too. Lovely. Jenas and Palacios added the bite in midfield and Modric was a mercurial genius. Ahem.
Quite a bit colder today...no sun at all to speak of. Ideal weather to stand around watching my oldest boy play his first football match of the year in. Not. Bah.
I won't speak of the rugby, but my Slocombe blood has a tinge of Irish in it, so I can't feel too gutted, heh heh.
Let's see that again shall we...?
This week I shall be cleaning out my closet. Maybe. So that I can fit more stuff inside it.
Oh, as I write, the sun has popped it's beautiful head out for a while.
Let's go outside...
Oh, I really really wanna see The Damned United film. There's nobody approaching Mr Clough in the modern game. More's the pity. As a player he scored 251 goals in 274 games.
Zlatan my arse.
I'm particularly looking forward to the infamous Dirty Leeds v Liverpool Charity Shield match in which Billy Bremner "spent most of his time on the pitch practising kung fu on Kevin Keegan’s testicles" mohaha.
The recent Spring-like weather continues apace, though apparently it's gonna be a little colder the next few days, so I hear.
I've shaved my head. For the Summer.
The 50 Greatest Tottenham Players Of All Time???
Still a bit of half-assed snow lying around and melting all over the place. No sign of Springtime. WTF?!?
Serious...this feller (pictured above) is absolute nails. He saw his underwater photographer mate being circled by a 12ft shark on a fishing trip. So what does he do...?
Jumps into the water with his harpoon and places himself between the big, nasty fish and his buddy. Then, thinking the shark is circling ready to attack he lets loose with his gun, spearing the shark through the gills. Not satisfied with that, he realises that he's fatally wounded the shark, so tries to do the decent thing and finish "him" off quickly.
This he achieves with a limited degree of success by shooting the shark repeatedly around the head area. Six times I believe. This not having done the trick, after two hours he finally kills the thing with a knife. A knife! We salute you.
Reminds me of this
I'd have done exactly the same thing meself in his shoes. Or his flippers. Whatever.
Last night I went to see Glasvegas på Stora Teatern here in Göteborg. I'd not really listened to the album that much, so didn't have too much of an idea what to expect.
As it goes, they were bloody excellent.
Four skinny white boys dressed in black playing loud guitar music. What's not to like?
Admittedly one of the boys was a plump girl and another one could hardly be considered skinny at all, but still...right from the moment they came on and burst into "Geraldine" it was magnificent. Proper, uplifting rock music. Fists punching, hunched over guitars, big choruses, blood and thunder, energy to spare rocktastic. Like Ride on steroids. And with a little more showmanship and less shoe-gazing. And less hair. And more black.
We like.
Today I woke up to snow. Again. Which eventually, of course, turned into rain and slush. Give it up already and let the Spring in. Säger jag.
After the disappointment of the Cup Final last weekend (and when are they gonna bring in a rule to ban English players from taking penalties anyway? Pathetic. It gives goalkeepers an unfair advantage, ha ha) Spurs recorded a tremendous 4-0 victory over so-called 'Boro'. Robbie Keane off the mark in his second stint at the club.
Woohoo!
Another six-pointer away at Sunderland in a few hours. Come on!
I think - if it's even possible - that I'm liking stripes even more this week than last week. I'm silly for them.
Another thing I'm liking right now is s.h.o.p.p.i.n.g. I have a problem.
A couple of days ago I got myself some more ink.
