"I'm not wearing any pants. Film at 11"

Buenos noches

Back in the swing of work already - how depressing. The Christmas break was just ace, saw loads of people and had a great time. All over too quick as usual. The Boxing Day match was a triumph, despite the result (the match report is coming, honest). The site of seeing everyone in the pub after the game really warmed the ol' ticker. There's talk of another match over the Easter weekend, so expect another countdown clock in the menu on the left soon. We (Mocha Jrs) were robbed btw, conceding seven goals to the old fellas was harsh, especially after a solid defensive performance from Paul's nephew and big Russ and his shiny new boots.

Speaking of Russ, I spotted one of our childhood crushes in M & S last week, dear ol' Philippa Forrester. We fancied her to the extent that we wrote her a cheeky little letter asking for a photo, preferably in swimwear (back in her broom cupboard days). I wouldn't want to see her in a bikini now, mind...

Great news about La and Rach having their baby; lil' Amelia is a cracker, can't wait to meet her, although she'll probably be in school by then (let's hope it's sooner tho, like).

Speaking of babyness (sorry, that sounds like a la-ism), Lou and I are currently trying to come up with some names for our next arrival, due in June. I'm currently going through the cast list of Star Wars and the annuls of Arsenal history for some inspiration, no success yet tho.

Exciting Premiership happenings at the moment, Arsenal seem to be one or two wins away from getting back into it, but that's been the case all season. I expect the top two is probably too much to ask this season, think we'll be in a fight to the finish with the Villa and those blue ponces from West Londinium. Thankfully, the Spuds are providing plenty of laughs at the other end of the table.

And to finish, Brian is back with a joke of the week. Our Dudleybot has also started a new band, which is hopefully better than this gag:

a wife says to her husband one night,
"tonight, i want you to make love to me like they do in the movies!!!"
so he does....he begins by ripping her skirt off her, then all sorts of bedroom gymnastics, and some particularly graphic acts, are performed with the husband having the time of his life. suddenly his wife, who finds herself with her mouth empty for a change, yells out
"STOP!!!!!!!!!!!"
"why?? what's wrong??!!?" replies the husband...

..."well" says his wife, panting.....
"you obviously watch different movies to the ones I do!!"