I see Alex Hleb has come out with the usual "I never said them things" after the stories this morning where he'd allegedly slagged off Le Boss and Fabregas; this is so tiresome, every summer the same things happen. You're not wanted anymore Alex, I just hope we get a replacement in soon as transfer activity at Arsenal is happening about as fast as Bella Emburg negotiating her way through a giant field of blancmange.
Finally got round to watching 'This is England' last night, if you've not seen it yet, please give it a try, and whilst you're at it, try some of Meadows' other films, especially 'Dead Man's Shoes', which is phenomenally good.
Looking forward to seeing a few people I've barely clapped eyes on over the last few months this weekend when I head back to lil' ol' Steeple Morden. The Brothers Hasler, who are back from their respective travels (or overseas abode) and Dom, who is over from Beijing briefly.
One advantage to working in Brizzle is you occasionally see nice little pieces of Banksy's work, like the one on the left, which is painted onto a house just off Park Street.
Playing 5 a side tomorrow, gotta keep sharp for the 'Dam...3 more days then got a week off work, get in.
2 comments:
I'd a paint a penis on it somewhere.
u do self portraits scal?
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