Master of Puppets

Oh dear, Tottenham lose to Arsenal again. Didn't see this one coming..

Anyway, here as promised is a recount of what I've been up to lately: I have fully resumed my fitness routine which includes between an hour and an hour and a half workouts at the gymnasium on Mondays and Thursdays. This is supplimented by an hours swim on Tuesday.

This is my church; this is where I heal my hurts.

On Saturday, having escaped early from slavery, I met up with Watkins and Mr. K for our weekly engagement. We journeyed to our 'local' restaurant, the Globe. It is named as such

because it is equi-distant from everywhere . This was followed by the usual frenzied hysteria of a Bomberman session. Watkins and Mr. K were below par so I generously ceded a 4-1 lead so as not to leave them too disappointed..Mr. K magnaminously returned the favour by seeking out a glove of mine thought to be lost forever.

Sunday was quiet for the most part, the notable exception being Josh (a.k.a. the Yid) and my trip to the Bear to watch Arsenal take on the neanderthals of Bolton. I must belatedly apologize to the Bear's patrons for what I have been informed is foul and abusive language. However this apology does not extend to 'Fat' Sam Allardyce..

Monday evening was spent with Jonnie Scaramanga (a.k.a. Scaz) having a drink at the Sarracen's Head. Also, should anyone want to buy a second-hand guitar then Jonnie's number is 079.....Tuesday I swam like a bitch, a bitch on speed! 26 lengths, I AM BACK!! The Yid joined me in watching the Arsenal beat their local 'rivals' and graciously accepted defeat. This pretty much brings you up to date. Till next time stay dry campers!