A White night

As it happens I am not referring to honourable sires abroad their trusty steeds as pictured above. I am in fact talking about Mr. John 'Jono' White 'White'. Last night Watkins, Mr. K and I were all guests (inmates) at his lovely dwelling (Auschwitz) for a house party. Drink was drunk, smokes were er, smoked, and Mr. Watkins lairily picked wrestling matches with anyone in the vicinity. This was all the more surprising considering he was only drinking Fanta.

Prior to our customary visit to Whites', the red-and-white Knights of Arsenal were putting the villanous wanderers of Bolton to the sword:

I don't think Arsene Wenger would have picked this fellow - not mobile enough.

This chap however does play for Arsenal. Take a bow Tomas Rosicky:

Finally, it did not pass my notice that someone anonymously criticized the sparsity of my blogging. When Mr. X restarts blogging himself perhaps his words will have some credibility..