Not For The Squeamish

I've had a disgusting day. Better than terribly boring, but er... not very nice.

I suppose it all started at around 1am this morning. Actually ... I've decided you don't want to hear it. Trust me on this one.

Instead, I will talk about my day. As you have probably already worked out, this isn't going to be a long post, so I won't keep you.

I was supposed to be going to Le Cinema with a few people, but the events I have suddenly decided not to talk about changed all that so I have pretty much stayed in all day, suffering from the events I have suddenly decided not to talk about. This event is hampering my blog entry..

I have just come upstairs from watching a fantastic match, in which Spurs somehow narrowly lost to Inter Milan despite being physically assaulted in the first half, but they lost 4-3 thanks to the best hat-trick I have ever seen from the one and only, Gareth Bale.

I do support Manchester United myself. But this season, I just haven't been interested in supporting anyone as I think it's all a bit too.. samey. A bit predictable. I wasn't interested in United tonight, and I'm not bothered that they're going to imminently lose Shrek to someone else. I'm not bothered with professional football anymore, but I do still enjoy watching classics with lots of goals and a red card in them. Any football lover does.

But now, seeing as the 90 minutes are up, I'm left with nothing to do. I might even call it a night as I've got a pub lunch with Dr.Dax to look forward to tomorrow before an epic voyage of epicness with Beans. Wow.. I've actually got something planned.

For now though, cya!