Finally got to sleep at 2:30 a.m. So today I am ‘Grumpy Gordon’. Normally Grumpy Gordon only appears for half an hour or so first thing in the morning, but he seems to be hanging about today.
So I’m tired, de-motivated, but hey, we get cakes on a Friday so that fudge doughnut is sure to lighten my mood. (Yes that was sarcasm people, pay attention)
On top of all that the weekend looms. No plans as yet, which usual means we end up rushing about like eejits. Ohh one plan (and I don’t mean to sound uncharitable) is to avoid Children in Need. An excellent cause, awful TV. We have a simple formula. We watch the start of it, jot down the phone number, then chuck a film on or got out. Anything to stop watching a night of Terry Wogan. (Entertaining on the radio, strangely false on telly these days, in my opinion anyway, and as this is my little site that’s the one that counts!)
Actually I think I will just donate online and not even venture near BBC 1 tonight.
Ankle update: I can walk OK now, but have developed a slightly worrying, slightly sharp pain just below the ankle on the inside of my foot. There was a very small, intense bruise there for a couple of weeks (with the right hand side of my foot developing an almost full length purple tinge) so I’m slightly worried by it, but will give it the weekend to clear up.
Christ, I am one grumpy bastard. Might be a good day to capture some rants, anyway UEFA Champions League and UEFA Cup draws soon. Which reminds me, I must take the oppor-chancity to say well done to Celtic for, now let me get the right phrase, stuffing Blackburn. 3-0 over two legs is pretty comprehensive I would say (and don’t anyone give me any crap about how Blackburn outplayed them in the first leg. They may well have, but they didn’t score, did they…)