You've got such a pretty please I never could say "no"

Good Friday.
It has been quite good, actually, as it goes. Clear blue skies and warm sunshine. This morning I had to make a quick trip to the seething metropolis of Torp to buy a scart lead (don't ask). I'm not complaining. Mustn't grumble.

Spurs against West 'am this weekend, as they look to kick-start their (vague at best, I fear) European hopes. Without Wilson after his ridiculous sending-off last week. Boo.
Soon, I shall be drinking beer. Or maybe wine. Or better still - both.
I have a disease...mixamadrinksosis. Call a doctor. No wait...