Doff your caps to the arctic monkeys, now officially the fastest selling debut album.  One thing that always erked me was the prospect of the greatest band ever being four mopped haired scousers.  Maybe A.M. can do the job for yorkshire.  Even if they are sheffy no-hopers.

Say what you like about James Blunt.  I've reluctantly conceded he deserves a place on the music vid list. --->

 

Well done jimmy, don't embarrass us in June.

Or very nearly.  The weather is fantastic (Saturday).  If winter was like this all the way through I dare say it would be my favourite season.  Just cold enough that you can bundle up a little, but if you forget your jacket any chill that follows is easily cured with a warm cup of coco.  Naturally I slept all the way through it and only just caught the sun setting.

 

The big news though is Town going 3rd with a somewhat unglorious 1-0 win, at home, against Forest Green.  Yes, 3rd; as in 3rd and in the playoffs.  Let's hope we can hold our position just a few more months.  To be in the league again would be better than England winning the World Cup.  Maybe.

Shoot me in the foot and call me Rita.  Why do I feel that I would be more attracted to a girl who was an Arsenal fan?

 

I understand why I can't like a Sunderland fan (geordie, obviously...with the except, maybe, if she liked newcastle utd).  Don't want a leeds girl, or man utd girl.  Man City?  No, that probably wouldn't work out, too much history.  Chelsea?  yeeaaah, maybe, but too successful these days (still, safe on the list i suppose).

 

Wigan, Blackburn or Reading?  No, she'd just show me up and be a better person than me.  Arsenal is that perfect mix i guess.  Moderately succesful, not northern, not too successful, an art deco stadia that is will be converted to beautiful housing and gardens when replaced at the end of this season - tasteful, successful, but not overbearing.

 

Load of cobblers, truth be told i'd take any of of the above on the day.  Crazy little thing called love.

I am now taking on a task I have both dreaded and looked forward to in equal measure, that of purchasing the wedding gift for sbe (and wife).  I tip my hat to good taste and wise judgement, they are registered at Habitat and John Lewis.  The former being one of the greatest places on Earth, I reckon.  Unfortunately habitat does not have an online shop feature.  So I shan't  be getting them the wok or bronx bin.  Or the very nice wine rack.  I will have to settle on something from Johnny Lewz'.   

 

Leaning towards the vintage bread bin.  It's nice, it's practical and would sit in a central location so people could say "ooh, look what Winston's bought them, very nice isn't it?"

 

However there is the matter of the exchange rate.  However there is also the matter of not being a tight fisted miser when getting yer mates' wedding gifts.  In that case I should spring for the rug.  At a princely 47 pound notes it is all the things the bread bin is, plus more expensive.  .....showadaddy.

 

Still have a few, er, couple of months to decide.

 

Good news indeed.  Onward and upward.

At this moment I am listening to a radio documentary on - wait for it - Propaganda Swing of the Third Reich.

 

That'll do your head in.

And I nearly forgot: town took 5 points from a possible 9 over the holiday matches.  Not bad.  Holding top-of-the-league Accy to two draws (and we could've won either of em) is fair.  Of course taking 3 points off Scabby doesn't  count for much, it just feels good. :-p   ;)

Hrmm, bit early to do a week in review, but what the heck.  Okay, sunday nothing much happened, nothing out of the ordinary that is.  Monday was alright - did a bit of this, a bit of that.  Tried giving beer the boot and replacing it with tea down at the local.  That doesn't work.  Partly because they bring you hot water, but not boiling water - an absolute no-no.  But mostly because it comes in a thick coffee mug, on a thick coffee mug saucer, with two tea bags, a napkin and a horrendous silver teapot.  Would've felt like a moron having that in a snooty cafe, up at the bar I was really asking for it. 

 

Then today I had a properly health-centric afternoon.  At the advice of The Times I picked up some aloe vera juice (don't taste half-bad) and paid a visit to the doctor.  Settled up the bill and made an appointment - I need a note for work and some pills, thank you.  Then cancelled the appointment when they told me it would be nearer $200 and farther from the expected $100.

 

Turns out they didn't have my medical records anyhow.  So it was off to Sacred Heart for me.  Almost gave it a miss; I've been less than flattering in my correspondences with S.H. and didn't feel up to discussing the situation further.  Thankfully I did go.  Because past the old ladies at the front desk, down the hall from the sick dying patients, and one door beyond the unwelcoming cold grey faces, is one of the most charming individuals I've ever met.  A perfect bit of sunlight she is.  I half get the feeling that I worked with her a few years back.  I would go on and on about how over time she's only become better,  a supremely more delightful goddess (and a particularly radiant shade of blonde, btw) - but I suppose that would only make me seem like a creep.

 

So I have run some errands, skipped changing the oil in my car, and fallen incurably in love - fantastic.  And that's why women should be admired; being briefly in the company of one has brightened my day and made me resolve to save the rainforest and help the aged.  Drug abuse will twist your mind, drink gives you a wicked heart but girls you see, unlike most anything else, can make you love life.  I imagine if Hitler had realised that he might have been a much nicer person.