Get Yourself Together

This may be the last post I put on here since that CERN machine is getting switched on today and there is apparently a possibility (lauded by the Daily Mail) that a black hole will be created and everything will be sucked up into it like the last bit of a chocolate milkshake into La's gullet. I remember reading about it in that trashy Dan Brown novel 'Angels and Demons' , although I thing it's being used then to disprove the existence of God, or something. The most ridiculous part of that book, however, is how one of the protagonists survives falling out of a helicopter from 1000 feet and still gets to kill the pope ( I may have stretched the plot slightly there).

Listened to 'Road to Freedom' by Young Disciples on the way this morning, what a fine album. Although, in order to singalong to Carleen Anderson you'd need the ol' janglers lightly crushed 'txixt a pair of house bricks...

Excellent day in London last Friday for the wedding anniversary, the Emirates tour was fab, bargain at £12. Went up in the directors box, in the changing rooms, down the tunnel and onto the pitch (well not exactly the pitch as that was guarded by Gamorrean Guards). Sat in Arsene's seat in the dugout and managed to resist the temptation to lick it; there were loads of nippers on the trip, think one of them was celebrating his 9th birthday. Still, I would quite happily have thrown them all into the stands head first in order to sit in that bloody seat.

We also visited the Arsenal Museum which was good but I think the layout could do with some improvement. Anyhoo, they was a very prophetic quote written on one pillar, (I am paraphrasing slightly here), it was taken from an advert for the vacant Arsenal manager's position in 1925 (a position taken up by Herbert Chapman) and read something like "Any manager whose sole ability to deliver success relies on the payment of exorbitant transfer fees need not apply", hmm...

London Eye was pretty cool, the sun even came out for about 20 minutes, we were sharing our pod with a northern family though. Finished the day off in Punch and Judy's in Covent Garden, a fine pub that serves Leffe on draft (this beer can cause me to lose the ability to speak). We managed to haul ourselves down the Waggon later on in the evening to hook up with Kris and Ange and hear about Kristian's midweek trips to watch Stevenage away at Kettering in the rain, now that's committment.

Thank F the Premiership is back this weeknd as this International double header has been incredibly dull; I'm not the greatest England fan in the world but as the games have been on sultana, i haven't managed to see them anyway. A lot of folk in the country are rightly feeling apathetic towards our national team and things won't improve if the majority of the TV watching nation can't even see the blimmin' games...