I want to drown in her precious arms

...I want to listen to the siren songs

Hot sunny sunshiney day.
Today, I had my first dip in the lake this year. The thermometer said 19 degrees - in the shallows, in the sun - but I'm not convinced. Mind you, if it don't kill you...
Rosé in the sun. Räkrosa too.
This weekend I have mostly been listening to Thomas Feiner & Anywhen and Sweet Billy Pilgrim.
Apparently, there's more weather on the way. Who'd have known? I'm even clean-shaven by my (admittedly) lowly standards.
Ah, the warm sunlight on my soft (ahem) skin. More of the same please.
Thanks.

Tell me the lights still flicker

...when we kiss

Today is my birthday. Another year older, another year wider. It has rained almost constantly.
I had some nice presents, ate lunch in the village and had sponge (with icing) and custard for dessert. So it's not been all bad.
Yesterday I downloaded a Bill Nelson album from iTunes which was 29 years old. Bloody hell. I'll be getting the odd grey hair here and there soon. Ahem.
It's a good job I've still got it, eh?

Huuuu-ngry eyes

...one look at you and I can't disguise

Ah Lord Patrick of Swayze. Wise words.
Hey hey...we'll keep it running in the family.
Mmm. Sweet, sweet chips. Crisps. Whatever.
Gimme.

Let's grow old together

...and die at the same time

Friday. Beer.
If it ain't broke don't fix it.

Hmmm...what do we have here then?

This is a happy-face spider apparently. I wouldn't be very happy if I saw one, I can tell you, even though they're supposed to be tiny. *Shudder*.
Today is bright with intermittent clouds. Rather like me.
Note to self: Be less grumpy.

From different maps

...dead bees on a cake

I dunno about that, but I have a dead bird on my t-shirt.
Saturday evening. Tottenham played out a creditable 0-0 draw away at Everton. Not sure if it really does much good with regards to the last European spot in the League, but we're in eighth spot right now. And it looks like Man. City won't get much change out of Man. Utd tomorrow, so it's likely to go down to the wire. As they say.
It seems that Wil-son Pal-a-c-i-os has returned to Honduras where the murdered body of his brother has been found. Wtf?!? Two Spurs players' brothers have been murdered in as many weeks. Yikes.
Isn't the label on this "Spring lager" pretty? That would look good in ink, that would. Pretty, inky flowers.
Hmmm...

I'm a cowboy

...on a steel horse I ride

Mebollocks. Possibly one of the crappiest lines ever in popular music. Tosser. Thank you for that Mr Bon-so-called-Jovi. And by the way where are your eyebrows? Eh? Answer me that.
Maybe the same place as so-called-Whoopi-Goldberg's. Bah.
I ask you...

Every time I comb my hair

...thoughts of you get in my eyes

Hello, good evening and bollocks. I was reminded of Roger Mellie as I watched the Chalmers cortege thing on Friday night go up Aschebergsgatan...student coonts, hahaha.
The long weekend is nearly over. Spurs got a precarious win with another clean sheet at home. If they can keep another in the last home match it'll be their best ever year defensively at home in terms of goals conceded. How did that happen after the dreadful start to the year, undrar jag? White Hart Lane is a veritable fortress. Roll on next season. I hope. Snigger.
Now I'm drinking a Mariestad in front of "The Phantom" with the nippers. Whatever happened to Billy Zane? I suppose his obvious lack of talent was a big factor in his demise as a film-star, but for a while there he got all kinds of work, didn't he? Bald as a badger, he was, all those years...I never realised until later on. The power of a good syrup...Mind, he was a very fit feller. If you like that kind of thing.
Is it just me or does he look a lot like dear old Lloyd Cole...?
Everyone's favourite ex-Welsh girly is in it too...Catherine Zeta-Jones-Turtle-Neck-Douglas (or whatever she calls herself these days).

Nothing's changed, I still love you

...only slightly, only slightly less than I used to

A long weekend. Beautiful sunny weather. Outdoors all day. Summertime temperatures. That's livin' alright.
Tottenham's last chance for European football next season is nigh. A win away at West Brom (who, in fairness, really need the points) is the absolute minimum required. Little Jefoe might start if he's in the right frame of mind after the murder of his half-brother. What on earth was all that about?
This weekend I am listening to old Blur singles from the boxset and 'Jizz In My Pants' haha.
They said it was gonna be cloudy today but so far there's no sign of it. I wonder if there's anything else I can find to blast clean with my new high-pressure wash thingummy? Hmm..
Today I shall be strutting around outdoors with my top off. It's the default setting. If you don't like it muthaf**ker then f*ck you too.
Today my undercrackers were of a pinkish hue...does that make me less of a man?