Plenty of boys in the sea

...but none of them love you like me

Another win for the mighty Spurs. The boy Gudjohnsen made all the difference after Super Pav limped off. Najs. With any luck Man Shitty will drop some points today too like Villa did yesterday, heh.
There's still lots of snow hanging about but another week of plus degrees must surely kill most of it off. I hope so, I need to make use of my lovely new chinos (which are absolutely not carrot-fit - why does that sound so nasty to my ears?). It would just be nice to be outside in the sunshine without fourteen layers of clothing at this point. Good things, he who waits and all that I suppose. There'll be plenty of rain soon to do away with it most likely. Back to normal.

I share it all with you

...powder blue

Sunny. Sunday.
Sitting outside with my back against the house, drinking tea and reading in the warm sunlight. Listening to the sound of gentle snowmelt.
This morning it tried to snow again, but luckily it just ended up as a layer of crappy hail pellets on the ground, which has only just reappeared after a week or so of melting (or rather - it's reappeared slightly, in places). Hopefully, that'll be the last of it. It must be Spring soon, surely?
Another win for Spurs yesterday and two more goals from Super Pav. Villa also only managed a draw, so they slip a little further behind. Come on! Some days are better than others.

Ossie's going to Wembley

...his knees have gone all trembly

Ah, sweet, potato-faced Robbie Keane. Will we ever see him back at the Lane?
And check out Bendtner's wonder (own) goal. He rose like a Salmon.
I hope I've not tempted fate now with regards to this season's FA Cup...

It's not the way

...you lead me by the hand into the bedroom

Sunshine, a little red car and Erasure on the stereo have conspired to put a big, wide smile on my face. Maybe I'm on the turn...
The temperature might even have strayed above zero for a little while there.

I'm always willing to learn

...when you've got something to teach

Spring hobbles into view. Slowly. Well, it's still a few degrees below zero, but the sun is out and there's a slight feeling of thawing. It's gonna take a while, mind, loads of snow still piled up all over.
Whatever - I've foolishly decided that it's here and dressed accordingly. *Brrrr*. Maybe I was a little premature with the Spring wardrobe. Not that it'll stop me, men ändå...
A fantastic week last week for the mighty Spurs. Three wins and hanging on to fourth place in the League (albeit by our fingernails). Quarter finals of the FA Cup today so every game counts at the moment. 1991 and Gazza seems a long time ago. It's about bloody time.