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Is a very bad influence on me! He keeps making me wanna buy things that I dont need

If you’re reading this whilst still in Spain Maddsy, it’s still raining over here, and I’m now going to work on a canoe

Yesterday was pretty much business as usual regarding work.  Had loads of Citroën stuff to print, so kept on with that, whilst keeping Lee and the others entertained *reminder to myself*  Owe Lee dinner

Got home in record time, and closed the curtains, got the kettle on, and got everything ready for the return of PRISON BREAK   Oh my god what an episode! I’d not so much forgotten about the show, but god I forgot how much I love it!!  Text olstizzle when half way through, and he told me to stop being nasty cos he couldn’t wait to watch it haha!  After watching it, and wanting the next episode to come on straight away, I decided to have some soup, and ring my mum to see how she was, and I also had a question for my father, before he jetted off to the States.

Yesterday this lass added me on facebook, who I dont think I’ve ever met before.  She knew 3 of my friends, but looking on her profile I noticed she worked at Oakmere Park Golf Course, so sent her a bit of a random message asking her if she knew my dad….. turns out she does know him, said he’s very quiet, and used to get her to make him fried egg cobs once he’d finished his round of golf Took him a while to click, till I said he may know her as just plain old Lou.  What a weird world we live in

Had a very long and relaxing bath, and then chatted to a few folks on msn, whilst watching a film called Honey with Jessica Alba in!  Love films like this, and step up   Once that had finished I randomly flicked through the channels, and ended up watching the end of 48 hours, and then most of Another 48 hours.  Bit of an Eddie Murphy and Nick Nolte marathon on ITV2 I think

Some of you may have noticed that I have set up a page on here called “Wall of Shame” It is not safe for people at work, and is a result of Bagi and Moorey having WAAAYYYY too much free time on their hands at work, and deciding to send me stupid ass pictures, so feel free to have a look

Tonight I think John said he should be back from Rome in time to go to the gym, so we’ll have to see what happens If not Crit has just lent me Twin Town! *welsh accent*  “It’s an AC Facking Cobra” hahaha! Quality film

And it’s bliss It’s safe to say a week without Maddsy is like a Ménage à trois with errmm Angelina Jolie and Jessica Biel hehehe.

Had an email back regarding some artwork, and the clown I’d emailed just put, “Get on with it Sir Nut” you’ve gotta love Richard May! He aint been the same since he dropped his foot in it with me a while back Managed to get a load of artwork done yesterday, and it’s just a case of waiting for one set of Posi’s to print before I can set another one going

Me and Lee seemed to have a very immature afternoon, posting random comments on each others facebook wall. helped pass a bit of time Had a laugh with Mark first thing when I walked into his office, and chucked the tickets at him, and said have these before I burn them, and we got talking into how horrid Man Utd fans really are, maybe it’s just people from Manchester who knows, but we finally agree on something And thats that Man Utd fans are arrogant sods. Sure there are some people that will defo agree with that

Last night was a lazy night again.  Was gonna go to the gym, but the terrible weather outside made me think twice, so it turned into a movie and chippy night   First off I watched “The Number One Girl” with Vinnie Jones, which I thought was very good, and then “Remember the Titans” another film I have seen before, but remembered it was quality.  Spent some of the night chatting on msn to various people.  Looking forward to my Caramel Machiatto on Saturday now

Work was boring Friday! Didnt apear all that much to do my end, altho Maddsy was frantically sorting things out in the afternoon once he’d gotten back from his morning at the Autosports show. God it was sooo quiet without his constant yapping all day long about “Getting the drinks in lads?” When he never does *rollseyes* Topped by the fact that Lee went to Burger King at dinner seemed to rile him even more! Once he got in, me and Lee managed to sneak a few drinks in before he cottoned onto the fact we were NOT GONNA BUY HIM ONE!

Friday night I got home, and had planned a night infront of the telly with a few DVD’s and a pizza. My darling sister decided to pop round to see me, and also check out my new coat Why is it when any female seems to come round to my house, they rape my DVD collection? First it was Bex taking any DVD’s she seemed to want, Lizzie has borrowed a few in the past, my mother borrows them with regularity (or should I say my dad, but it dont fit in with the theme here) and now my sister too Oh and Lee and Nic sometimes borrow some too I should start a rental scheme hahaha.

Watched Platoon for the first time and enjoyed it! I’d watched bits of it in the past, but never actually sat down and watched the whole film, and then watched Monty Pythons “The Meaning of Life” God I forgot how much I enjoyed this film! Specially when the song “Every Sperm is sacred” I immaturely text Lee and Maddsy with the lyrics to the start of the song, and then said women need to learn this! Spitting is thus frowned upon by God HAHAHA Was chatting to a few folks on msn too, and poking some people on facebook, before I became boring according to Lucy and went to bed just after 11

Woke up and got myself ready for the game, and was sat on the xbox, when Mike text me about 11 asking if it was too early for him to come over! He seemed quite excited bless him. So he came over, we watched a bit of showboating on Soccer AM, and then decided to head over to Manchester. We went in the old peoples chariot (Heather and Mike’s 1 litre Corsa) And it was quite comedy driving through the pennines! Even rabbits were overtaking us I thought I may have to get out and push when we came across one or two hills, but it made it to Manchester safely enough. Parked up in the Cricket Ground again, and made our way down to the Trafford pub. Signs stuck up saying no away fans, but I managed to infiltrate them, by pretending to be one of their own God I hated it HAHAHA! We found a KFC where we went to get a bite to eat, and not even Maddsy knew where it was! Baring in mind it’s a stone throw from Old Trafford haha!

Mike nearly got me in trouble, when we were in the Trafford pub first time, by asking if there were any pubs like this up in… and then he paused, thought about what he was gonna ask, then said “Dont matter” Lucky escape there. Had a look round the Megastore incase Mike wanted to buy a memento from his first visit to the Theatre of Dreams! Must be called that because you need to keep quiet in the Theatre, and there is no atmosphere, so you can fall asleep HAHAHA! Met up with one of Mikes work mates who has a season ticket or something, and went back into the Trafford, and it was proper rammed! Must have been a good few hundred people in there, and me and Mike quickly drank our drinks, and decided to go and have a walk down to the stadium and buy ourselves a programme, and I let Mike take a few pictures on my digital camera, cos he’d put new batteries in his, and they didnt work

Got into the ground, and Mike seemed to be in awe of his surroundings The ground soon started filling up, and the travelling Toon Army began to find their voice, and come kick off, were singing and dancing away like a bunch of nutters. The last game I went to the away fans were round the corner more, but this time the Toon fans took up more of an allocation than the Boro fans, and so we were sat about 9 seats away. The noise come kick-off was deafening, and Mike was shocked by the atmosphere created by the travelling Toon.

“We are the Geordies, The Geordie Boot Boys, And we are mental and we are mad, We are the loyalest football supporters, The world has ever had…”

1st Half we were more than equal apart from the openning 10 minutes, when Rooney looked like he was gonna score 5 or 6 on his own, but we weathered the early storm, and created one or two chances ourselves, including a “goal” from Michael Owen, which my dad says should have stood! Would have been a different result. Half time was ok, but once the 2nd half started it all went downhill FAST. Ronaldo did an air-kick and somehow won a free-kick, and slide it under the wall! The rest was a blur tbh! I have never hated being at a football game as much as I did the 2nd half Having to cheer 6 goals against the side I love and adore. Even at the end the Geordie faithful didnt stop singing, and I think that got on the back of the arrogant Man Utd fans! Specially when the “You only sing when you’re winning” and “We support our local team” Were sang 2nd half! It was great to see the reaction of the “LOCAL Mancs”

The drive home was painful, and Mike kept saying how he wanted to go again, now he’s been once, and he’s been bitten by the Old Trafford bug lol. Called into Macdonalds on the way home, near Sheffield, and then carried on home. Thanks to all the closet glory supporters who sent me texts and things! Dont be jealous that i’ve been to Old Trafford more times than you :p Went to bed once I got in, cos I felt shitty and decided against abusing people on the internet in the mood I was in hehehe!

Got to football sunday, and helped put the nets up as per usual, and once again was stuck at Centre-Back. Went 2-0 up, and then disaster struck! I became sole leader of the Penalty table Tried to clear the ball, and it hit their player and bounced into the path of their oncoming striker, without thinking I lauched through the back of the youth, smashing the ball to safety, sliding best part of 6 yards in the process, and brought down their player! PENALTY! Our side went mad, and Bagi said it was my best tackle this season! Being the last man I’d expected if it WAS a penalty to have been booked atleast, but my unblemished record of NEVER having been booked is still in tact *BASARD* We ended up losing 5-4 and the heads were lost with the penalty decision I thought I had a decent game, but according to the manager I didnt I ended up with a 5 rating, which has hammered my average rating for the season now, so I wasn;t too impressed, as I told Maddsy. Bagi, Bobby and Moorey all thought I had another great game, but I doubt I’d ever win Man of the Match *rollseyes*

Went round to my mums in the afternoon after football, and found out some stuff that aint really shocking news, but is if you get me! Not gonna go into it on here tho, as who knows who reads this After that I went home, and got a call off Maddsy saying “I’m sat in my shorts on a balcony bla bla bla” so to cut him mid-sentence I told him that I was sat in my boxer shorts waiting to go in the bath He was more than impressed, and quickly moved onto how we did at football hahaha! spent the rest of the night chatting to Lucy on msn, with a cameo from Fee and one or two other folks.  Fee wondered if I could remember the country of Origin of this lad called Saoul that she met when she went to watch a Plan B gig not that long ago, but I couldnt for the life of me remember.Not long after that I called it a night
Pics of Manchester visit can be found here

Taken from Robbo’s coloumn on the BBC Website LINK 

Enjoy reading his coloumns, and they normally make me chuckle

Well, you couldn’t say it wasn’t coming but nothing that happens at Newcastle will surprise any of us anymore.

Chris Mort (that’s French for ‘dead’ isn’t it?) made all the right noises about longevity and long-term plans and to be fair eight months is a good run on Tyneside these days.

Big Sam couldn’t lose entertainingly. That was his major failing. But surely someone sometime has got to stand up and stick with a certain someone till he’s had a chance to really prove himself.

Since Freddie Shepherd took his ball home you’d have thought there was the prospect of a bit more stability but the next victim, sorry, candidate will make it eight bosses in 11 years at St James’.

Since King Kev they’ve ditched the good (Robson), the bad (Souness), the ugly (Allardyce), the greedy (Dalglish), the needy (Gullit) and the weedy (Roeder). Who the hell’s next?

It’s hard to really care. You feel like starting off with that snide remark our wonderful MPs always begin with when their rivals are in some sort of bother: “Much as I don’t want to intrude into private grief…”

But to be honest, I haven’t met a Geordie in the last couple of days who isn’t as gobsmacked as the rest of us by the whole blinking farce.

And, as a Boro fan who does his best to ignore the fact that a quarter of the Riverside season tickets are owned by empty seats, the faithful, bursting-at-the-seams Gallowgate end deserves a bit more than this.

Granted, you Geordies do get ahead of yourselves rather too often. Frankly 11th is not far below where you should be, given the squad. But loyalty ought to have brought some reward in the last 30 years.

Even the Boro bagged a Mickey Mouse tinpot trophy that Spurs or Everton would pocket right now if they could.
Still it feeds the tabloid hacks, if no one else – and here’s my guess as to who the likeliest candidates might be.

Harry Redknapp: Has already proved that he has what it takes to manage a club like Newcastle. He’s won nowt and his team can’t score at home. Bournemouth to North Shields, though… Too cold for the man, unless he takes full advantage of Mr Ashley’s private jet.

Alan Shearer: Prefers the home comforts of the Match of the Day studio – and who can blame him?

Jose Mourinho: Unless the Special One has started smoking the Special Cigarettes, never in a million years.

Mark Hughes: Again he’s won nowt but his teams can play when they forget about clogging and he’d have the overpaid nitwits working for each other.

Terry Venables: England No. 1, then England No. 2, then Newcastle gaffer. It’s not looking good as a career path, Tel. Maybe wait a couple of years for St James’s and give yourself a more prestigious job in the meantime – Port Vale could do with someone new.

Amy Winehouse: Unstable, unpredictable, liable to fall apart any moment, doesn’t know owt about football, should suit Newcastle United down to the ground.

Steve McClaren: Free, relatively local, and whatever happens he’ll keep smiling.

Fabio Capello: No chance. He’s just delighted to find out that when people told him he had the toughest job in football they were lying.

J K Rowling: Writes fantasy books about boys with magical powers, maybe she could inject some creativity into the midfield pairing of Butt and Smith.

Kevin Keegan: A Phoenix-like return from KK? The fans’d just love it LOVE IT! if that happened. And at least he’d walk before you sacked him.

Paul Gascoigne: All right, his first attempt at management didn’t work out so well but this is a challenge that could just suit him down to the ground – and don’t forget this is a club that only recently entrusted the job to Glenn Roeder.

Ant ‘n’ Dec: Local lads made good. I can’t see them getting their hands dirty. It’s more likely to turn into some deathly reality show called summat like ‘I’m a Non-Entity – Get Me Out Of Here’ (first contestant to be voted out – Rozendal).

Robson Greene: That Wire in the Blood series is pretty nasty stuff but nothing compared with the carnage of the 4-1 trouncing against Pompey. Might have the stomach for it.

Tony Blair: Famously used to watch Jackie Milburn on the terraces before he was born. A true Toon Army soldier, he could raise a bit of finance by (a) getting his banking buddies involved, or (b) spending a bit of his own dosh.

The Toon Army themselves: Ebbsfleet Mark II. Since Ashley spends most of his time in amongst the fans in his barely credible one-of-the-lads charade, why doesn’t he just let them have a proper say? Could it be any worse?

If all else fails, I’ll have a bash. Obviously they’re near-neighbours and deadly rivals so I’ll do me best to bring the club to its knees as soon as possible. Though whether I’ll do a better job at that than Ashley or Shepherd is very hard to imagine.

Seriously though, my money’s on Mark Hughes being the next mug. I give him a fortnight.

Yesterday was a day pretty much like any other at work. Apart from the fact Maddsy was due to be at the Autosport show with Mark for the day, but turned up in the foulest of moods at about 9am Turns out he’d got up at 6:30, got ready to be picked up at 7:30.. then had a text off Mark saying make it later or something, then another message or call saying Mark had stuff to do today, so would have to go Friday instead He was not happy, and this just fueled the abuse from me and a certain Mr Kirk. What’s more the pair of us would sneak and get drinks from the drinks machine without him knowing, so when he came up one the rare occassion that he’d bought us a drink from the machine, me and Lee already had one! To which we had an outburst of “I’ve just wasted 60p bla bla bla bla” HAHAHA As opposed to the £1.40 odd me and Lee waste on him a day *rollseyes* Had a chat with Lucy again
Got home from work, and had a blast at becoming the Corleone Underboss before getting ready to go to the gym, and then heading over to Mcarthur Glen to meet John at work. Finally got myself on the machine they have in the food hall section, and was pleasently surprised with the results.

Height = 5ft 7.3in – 171cm

Weight = 11st 6lb (Average for height is 9st 2.9lb – 11st 6.5lb)

Fat Index – 16.6% (Average for height is 14-20%)

Body Mass Index 24.1 kg/m (Average is 20-24.9)

Bought the coat, and it looks proper pimp, and also a plain white shirt, and got some extra money off, and me and John both decided against going to the gym, cos our body was showing signs of over-exertion this last week. My arms and shoulders were stiff as hell, and he agreed his back and shoulders were sore too, so after hanging around chatting to him and Troy for a bit about a few of the DVD’s I’ve got I made my way home for some more xboxing and chatting online

A few days ago I was on about possibly wanting a career change so I’ve sent in my application to the Real World. So I’m hoping to hear back from that. I’m putting A LOT of my eggs into that basket, the MTV basket. I’m also thinking about getting a gun, and dealing crack. Being a crack dealer. Not like a mean crack dealer, but like… like a nice one. Kinda friendly like, “hey, what’s up guys? Want some crack?” I’m just waiting on those two things to flesh themselves out.

Had a phone call from our Malc saying that last night he passed me at Widecombe Fayre traffic lights, and that I was messing about with my hair and singing away to my music He even pipped me a few times, but I was in a world of my own HAHAHA

Also Vicky has been very nasty to me! She told me yesterday she was making a trifle, making me really hungry, and wanting some trifle, so late last night, the evil cow sent me a picture of it GRRRRRR

*EDIT* I would like to apologise for lying! According to Maddsy i’ve never been 5ft 7! IT must have been the same machine that spat out that he was only a mere 12 stone

Wasn’t too bad again work-wise yesterday.  Wasn;t too many long periods of having nothing to do, unlike someone who was sat close to me, who was twiddling their thumbs all-day and really pissing Geoffrey off

Once again, went to the gym at 6:15, which included giving Maddsy a lift home, and nipping into see the family for a few minutes then off for a shoulder work-out.  Everything was going fine, altho we seemed to go in reverse order, cos alot of the machines were in use, and there was one particular exercise, when I just felt a really sharp pain just up from my elbow near the tricep So I took it really easy for the rest of the session.

Just as I’d got to the gym, I my mother tried to ring me, so before heading in, I decided to ring her back, to be given some news which came as a bit of a shock! Big Sam had left the Toon.  Then whilst in the gym I had a few other sources text me the same news   Got home, and made myself some tea, whilst chatting to our Malc on the phone.  After looking at how much it’ll cost, we’ve decided to try and price up a mini-bus, and we’ll drive it down to Paris on the ferry or something.

After that I decided to watch Top Gun! What a bargain that was @ £3 from ASDA   What a film too.  Whilst watching it, I was speaking to an old mate Micky Clarke on msn, and we got chatting about football as always.  Hmmm tough choice! Do I ask for a transfer and go and play with the Lurcher and some of the lads from Rainworth, or do I stay where I am and lose every week Once Top Gun had finished I dragged my tired, sorry-ass to bed.

Tonight I’m gonna nip over to McArthur Glen to get myself a coat.  It’s a really nice coat, and John can get it me for a really good price! Problem is I aint bought myself a proper decent coat for years, and am in desperate need of a new one He dont finish work till 8, but my arm is still sore, so I am not sure wether to try and push it in the gym tonight, or take it easy, or just go home from there Hmmmmm

So Sam Allardyce has become the latest managerial casualty at Newcastle. I thought about choking over my coffee when I heard the news but then decided against it.

For while a manager being sacked after just eight months would be shocking news at most other clubs, only at Newcastle can we take the news with a sigh, a puff of the cheeks, and a tut or a smile depending on your allegiances towards Big Sam.

We’ve been here before of course. Many times. Though this time perhaps the surprise is slightly greater for the sheer fact that Big Sam brought with him a long-term plan, something that appeared to have been swept under the carpet ever since Sir John Hall wondered aloud that a team of 11 Geordies would be rather nice.

Granted the football has been a bit of a shambles this season. Let’s not get away from the fact. Any team that struggles to score goals when Michael Owen is up front has to be doing something wrong. Allardyce also spent so long concentrating on defence that he forgot we had no one in midfield with the simple ability to pass a ball through the middle. Watching Michael Owen run channels, and Viduka just not run, is not a great combination when you’re looking to finish off games.

Lazy critics may mock the defence time and time again, but for me, the greatest problem was that lack of creativity in midfield. The way Man City’s Elano opened us up time and time again at the City of Machester stadium earlier this season only rammed home exactly what we lacked. It was a masterclass that the likes of Alan Smith and Joey Barton could only aspire to.

My early pre-season optimism surrounding the blossoming career of young Aussie midfielder James Troisi disappeared faster than the plane carrying him to Roda JC this week.

And which first team players have we been linked with so far in January? Defensive midfielders and central defenders. You don’t unlock a door by buying a padlock.

That to me was Allardyce’s biggest downfall. No wonder he played a long-ball game. Bypassing midfield wasn’t actually a bad option, especially when his most creative midfielder was being played at left-back.

His signings have been suspect too. Decent wheeling and dealing saw him land Viduka, Faye and Beye on the cheap, but the real money signings like Joey Barton, Jose Enrique and Alan Smith simply haven’t worked for a whole variety of reasons.

And the gutless performances against Wigan and Derby in December simply was as bad as it has got since the Latics knocked out Graeme Souness’ side from the League Cup a couple of years ago.

With Allardyce’s priority appearing to be to stop the opposition first and foremost, rather than making them worry about our strengths first, his reign at Newcastle would always be limited. You cannot go to Reading or Sunderland looking for a draw. Even teams below us in the league would be plotting the downfall of these teams, rather than looking for a 0-0 draw like we did.

Draw first, and a win is a bonus. That appeared to be the mentality, and that simply is not what people pay their money to see. Not here, not anywhere.

A team boasting the likes of Duff, Owen, N’Zog, Viduka, Milner, Barton, Martins is simply not set up to grind out 0-0 draws.

Allardyce was fixated on defending, when the attack was crying out for some attention.

Allowing Allardyce to leave after just eight months was probably just putting an end to the inevitable long-term. Sure, it doesn’t feel quite right to get rid of a manager so soon, but will anyone shed a tear if it means N’Zogbia playing at left-wing, Milner on the right, and Martins and Owen upfront?

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So that was day 2 out of the way, and that was much harder!!  Basically due to the very little sleep I’d had the night before  meant it too an almighty effort to do anything   Managed to sort all the artwork out for this week with a bit of luck, and now it’s just a case of sitting and sizing it up and printing, which wont take too long at all! Obviously I’ll have the shadow following me once they know i’m out of the room HAHAHAHA

Nipped Lee upto ASDA at dinner, and just as we walked in, I said I wanted a quick look round the DVD section.  Big Mistake! I only bought 1 DVD which was good of me, but Lee ended up spending best part of £90 on DVD’s   Just the same as me! If you have cold hard cash in your pockets, you just feel the need to spend it.

Maddsy needed a lift home again after work, and I was due to go to the gym at 6:15 again, so I gave him a lift! Little does he know that he’s gonna get an invoice for petrol on Friday, that WILL be paid on Friday… so I can put some more petrol in to get to Manchester on Saturday   Nipped in to Casa de Mad-socks and wrote a birthday card, and see the kids, and then made it to the gym.

Was packed once again, and we decided to work on the back.  My arms were killing after a few reps, so I decided not to go crazy like normal, or it’d do me more harm than good   This quite nice lass came over to me and asked me where the trainer lady had gone, cos she was gonna show her some exercises for her arms, but I just pointed to John and said “He’s the man to speak to! I just follow his lead” Very sad, but true!  Joked with John after that how do I stand a chance catching the eye of any ladies in there when he’s walking round in his vest   But she did come and ask me first was his reply! DOH!!

My aim once I’d left the gym was to drop a birthday card off on the way through, then have a Protein Shake with my tea, bath and then bed.  Oh how very wrong that was of me to assume I could carry out something so simple.  Ended up chatting to certain folks on msn, whilst having a new superpoke war with Lucy on Facebook.  She claims I’ll never win, but that just made me more determined to hehe!  Also got alot further on the Godfather, and am close to becoming the next Head of the family   Ended up signing out of msn bout midnight, and went to bed feeling shattered.  Well physically  I felt shattered, but mentally I’ve been finding it hard to switch off   Put ITV on to watch TV for a few minutes, and noticed one of my fave films on! So I ended up watching Scarface for a bit, until I fell asleep bout 20 to 1 with the telly still on! Woke up bout 5ish with the telly still on hahaha

So I aint really given myself any New Years Resolutions to stick to, as I already go to the gym almost religiously, and play football most weekends, so dont need to get fit or anything, altho I suppose a bit fitter wouldnt go a miss

So I’ve decided I’m gonna look at doing something different for once.  Looked online for some C++ tutorials, and have decided I’m gonna spend some time looking into doing this! Maybe at night school or something   Looks very confussing at the minute tho

First of all Happy Birthday to Lizzie Big 20 today hehe.

Right then! First day back at work. Was a breeze to be honest. Luckily enough I had some stuff waiting for me when I got in, and rattled that off soon enough, The afternoon sort of died off, but hey not bad for a first day back at work for about a month.

Watched the FA Cup draw on the internet. but without the sound, cos god knows Herr Fürher would have kicked off had we had speakers on , And Stags have drawn Boro at home, and IF the Toon beat Stoke in our replay, we’ve been rewarded with another trip to Arsenal to play what will prob be their youth team Having lost 2-0 in the Carling Cup 3rd round. I never thought I’d see the day when Stags have a better chance of being in round 5 of the FA Cup than my Toon

Also as said in a small post yesterday, I’m really excited about the prospect of going to Paris to watch France vs England, even tho it will 99% not happen for some reason or another

Elvis isn’t dead, Elvis isn’t dead, Elvis isn’t dead cause I heard him on the radio. Anyway seems I’m taking my future brother-in-law up to Old Trafford this weekend for the Man Utd vs Newcastle game. Mentioned it to my dad a few days ago, and he said he’d love to go, but having recently been made Technical Director at his gaff, he really should attend the work christmas party, which for some reason they always have in the New Year, and suggested I take Mike who’s been a Man Utd fan for ages.

Gave Maddsy a lift round to his sister-in-laws to pick his kids up, as Stevie seemed to be on the marathon day from hell and then went round to the gym to meet John. Hopefully we’ll get a full week this week, cos he goes to Rome with Carolyn on Saturday till Wednesday, so next week is a loss really, altho I MAY try and find the motivation to go later in the evening when its a bit quieter. The most comedy thing to happen for a while occurred at the gym. John was on the bench and his phone fell out his pocket. This all happened in slow-motion, and as he tried to catch his phone, he ended up dropping a 45lb weight on it! Proper smashed the screen and made his phone quite flexible HAHAHA This is when he realised that he’s lost all pictures on his phone, and he didnt have his phone numbers saved on his sim card, but the phone memory instead. Luckily for him, I had a spare phone over at my mum and dads, so nipped over there, picked the D600 up, and then drove over to Johns, when I was described to John as “A youth in Newcastle stuff” by his dad

Got home and went on the xbox for a bit, inbetween chatting to a few folks online, including my old mate Lucy. Sorted some tea out and carried on playing my game, and started to feel ill not long after. Was really tired, but when I tried to go to sleep it was like I had a million and one things going round inside my head, and just couldnt fall to sleep, so I decided to head down stairs and watched a program on Mansfield Police, and how they’re trying to cut down on violence with this current binge drinking culture.  Was quite interesting, and managed to see three or four folks I knew popping up on the camera   After that I played on the xbox till gone 3:30 when I finally managed to fall asleep