Update

Sport

It's getting very interesting in the Premier League now. Every game that passes now, Fergie is looking more red faced, chewing even more gum and apparently has been venting his anger and frustration at the petulant, fat necked Wayne Rooney in training recently. I still think the Scousers will bottle it but one more slip up from united and there could be a a different name at the top of the league.
Andy Murray beat Federer in the Masters AGAIN the other day. Apparently there was a bit of niggle too and not suprisingly so. Imagine losing to that pale, droning git again, it would do your fucking head in. Luckily enough i've got tickets to go and see the final Masters event at the o2 arena later in the year. Any anti Murray chants, banners you have - pass them to me and i'll happily relay the message when i'm there.
F1 looks like it will be vastly different to last year with Ferrari and Mclaren dominating. Apparently the best car in practice ahead of the first Grand prix this weekend is the Honda team with Jenson Button. Just goes to show that it's the car and not the drivers. Hopefully people will cut out the Lewis Hamilton wanking sessions, the wankers!

Bent

Went out with Daz and some ex work colleagues to Roadhouse in Covent Garden on Saturday. It was a good night, considering everyone was shattered before we'd even got there. Me and Daz had some wine and not before long we were grinding the shit out of each other and anyone who dared to walk past. The lowlight of the night was having to pay 20p to use the toilet at North Acton. What a shithole! Daz made sure it remained that way by slashing on the floor in the cubicle next to me with the splash back almost going up my leg! dirty!
Got Don's birthday bent down the den tonight, so sure as hell we'll be drinking ourselves into a stupour and delivering loud and crass bent. Which brings me onto the Lucie's. Me and J were chuckling the other day at how we're keeping them both sweet. They dislike each other which was made even more obvious last Thursday with a tipsy Hilton explaining her side of the 'bricked house & swinging golf clubs at house party gate'. J made comment that as long as we nod our heads and grunt the odd approval at their dislike of the other Lucie then our loyalty is still in tact (without their knowledge) and we still get a cunt load of drink!