Oh what can it mean… to a Tottenham supporter and a… SHIT FOOTBALL TEAM 
More later.
Yesterday at work was mundane to say the least! With his royal highness back from the shores of Hong Kong, telling stories of how he hooked up with a few Russian Virgin Lady boys or sommat 
(Whatever floats his boat I suppose, WE MUST NOT JUDGE HIM FOR IT THO!!) and being in restaurants with crocodiles having their head chopped off. Other than that not a great deal happened tbh.
Stevie was waiting for Maddsy outside after work, and as he was on the phone, I stood and had a bit of a chat with her about this and that, whilst pulling faces and waving at my mate Kieran who’d just woken up in the back of the Merc 
find it very rare that me and Stevie actually have a proper chat! Cos we’re both normally looking after the kids She;s normally sorting Craig out, and I have the other 3 chasing me round the house ha ha
Luckily for me, John text me earlier in the day saying 6.15 at the gym! This was the time I wanted to go, cos it meant I’d be home in time for the Newcastle vs Spurs game Had another good session, and we thought it was time i stepped up the weights a bit, altho it felt like i’d tweeked something my shoulder! Carried on non-the-less, and then halfway through doing the stomach exercises I get my brother on the phone, saying he had someone who wanted to talk to me! Told him i’d ring him back in 10.
Anyway got out to the car, and thought I’d best try and ring my nephew back, only to find out that he didnt wanna talk to Mikey now! But once Lewi said Mikey was crying cos Owen wouldnt speak to me, I soon heard him say “OK I speak to Mikey then!” I managed to get out of him that he was fixing things, and wanted a brush or something! Cant remember what else he was saying, altho it’s great speaking to him on the phone
Earned myself another few Tesco Clubcard points on the way home, via getting some milk for my “Power-Shake” ha ha ha, and then got home just in time for the start of the football. I’m always really nervous when newcastle are on telly, due to our leaky defence that has spanned the best part of 15 years, since the highly entertaining cavalier style football played under King Kev But under Big Sam we seem to have a whole new back 4, and they all seem solid, dependable and no-nonsense type players! Anyway we ended up winning the game 3-1 and I was really chuffed! Cos this has been our best start to a premiership season for a long time, and we’re now sat in 8th place a point behind “The mighty” Chelsea (and oh how the mighty appear to have fallen) and COULD if results go the right way we could be 4th 
Something I dont for one minute imagine we’ll finish, but anywhere in a european place will be fine by me!
Got up this morning, and now my shoulder is aching like fuck! Not impressed one bit
