
Hello there. Long time no speak due to last week's fab holiday in Cornwall. Thanks to Matt and Jenny for putting us up (had a nice trip out in Matt's VW Camper to Looe), also to Paul and Bri for looking after us all down there, the weather may not have been the best but it was really good to see everyone; enjoyed the Eden Project, Truro and Polkerris beach. It's a beautiful part of the country, would love to live down there one day...
Seen Robin van Persie's goal in the Emirates Cup yet? What a cracker, lets hope he can stay fit this year. Plenty of encouragement to take form the tournament tho, Hleb and Sagna looked good whilst Eboue was pretty scary down the right flank.
Footie season is only just around the corner; again, Chelsea are doing their best to feck up the game by paying John Terry £135k a week, when will it stop? Abramovic is playing Championship Manager with our beautiful game.
Gonna be updating the site a bit more this week hopefully, feel the need to talk more about music...
Fascinating story about an alleged email from Le Boss that has been leaked: Click Here
G'day, sorry for lack of updates, I've been busier than a Bothan Spy sneaking their way around the first Death Star.
the Italian pepper retorts "when-a i am ard anna stiff, i get chopped into-a da sphag-heeeti bolognaiize!!'
Lovely summer we're having, eh? Don't fret, there is some good news about; Rich has bought a house, there's a Linggoo wedding in a week or so and Tottscum will be bankrupt in a year. Anyhoo, here's something else to brighten your day (especially you, Kristian), another rib-tickler from The Pod , pictured here at the 1994 Summer Ball, where I believe he got off with about 15 ladies, oh Bri...
An old man was critically ill. Feeling that death was near, he called his lawyer.
"I want to become a lawyer. How much is the express degree you told me about?"
"It's £50,000," the lawyer said. "But why? You'll be dead soon, why do you want to become a lawyer?"
"That's my business! Get me on the course!"
Four days later, the old man got his law degree. His lawyer was at his bedside, making sure his bill would be paid.
Suddenly the old man was racked with fits of coughing and it was clear that this would be the end. Still curious, the lawyer leaned over and said, "please, before it's too late, tell me why you wanted to get a law degree so badly before you died?"
In a faint whisper, as he breathed his last, the old man said, "One less f*cking lawyer . . ."


