Well I'm not superstitious

...but I can't help touching wood

Uh-Uh! Vill ha.
A slightly less spectacular weekend for the mighty Spurs, but fourth place is still on at the moment. Conceding two penalties at Old Trafford is never going to help the cause especially. It's going down to the wire and no mistake.
Today I have mostly been outside (and slightly hungover). Which is nice. The outside part, obviously, not the slight (very slight) "tenderness of head" associated with last night's drinking. Good job I'm a professional, eh? Today's run can wait until another day.
The temperature seems finally to have settled into double-figures - at least during the days. I still have to scrape the windscreen most mornings, though. Summerwheels are on the motor too. Much better. Have I mentioned that before? Ahem.

If your eyes are wanting all you see

...then I think I'll name you after me

A sunny Sunday afternoon in April. Spurs rounded off a spectacular week of football (last Sunday's loss in the Cup notwithstanding) by deservedly beating Chelsea again yesterday, a few short days after the win against the Gooners. A magnificent display and with just a few matches left we're in the Champions League places still. Masters of our own destiny. Come on!
The dawn of a new era possibly. Just like old times.
It's nice to reminisce - think back to all the good times...

What are you waiting for?

...take a bite of my heart tonight

Cup Semi Final day. Half-time. 0-0. Come on!
Spring has finally landed - the lake looked like a giant Slush Puppie (TM) this morning but the last of the ice has almost gone after a day of bright sunshine.
Ah, to be outdoors. It's been a long time coming.
Newsflash: Tottenham's season is over. After completely (completely) dominating the whole match, Dawson slips gifting Pompey a goal. Against the run of play really isn't the word. Then a perfectly acceptable Spurs equaliser gets disallowed, for some reason no-one could quite fathom. A late Portsmouth penalty (again, awarded against us for some unseen-by-everyone-else indiscretion), converted by a (formerly useless) Tottenham old boy wrapped up the proceedings.
Fuckballs. Referee...I know where you live.
Bah.

Are you aware you're being illegal?

A lovely cup of char, a few weeks back. 20th of February or so it was. This year it seemed like the snow would never disappear. It pretty much has now.
Fiskebäckskil at Easter. Not at all as warm as it's been here some years, but quite nice when the sun's out. Right now it's pouring down and a handful of plus-degrees. Brrr.
The race for 4th spot in the Premier League is hotting up. Spurs took a step backwards by conceding three penalties (!) and three points away to Sunderland yesterday, but Liverpool at least didn't take advantage. It looks like Man. City are the main rivals now. Hmmmm.
Now, if only I could stop eating and drinking everything in my vicinity Beach 2010 is on the horizon, mohaha. Ah well, there's always next year, eh?
;O)