Author: snee

    I hate car alarms…

    But I must be maturing somewhat as I get old(er). Couple of years back, I was woken by an alarm going off over the road from my house – I did what most other people would do, threw on some clothes and stormed over there and beat the car to within an inch of it’s life (sorted the alarm out though – and got some cheers from neighbours 😉 )… This morning at work, someone from ABB had parked their car opposite my office and gone into work. A few minutes later, the alarm started going off. I wandered over, […]

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    Not our best game but…

    WE FUCKING DID IT! into the quarter finals after beating AC Milan 1-0 on aggregate – great team spirit to keep them out (they were the best team on the night) – Sandro is my man of the match 🙂 I’m so fucking happy right now…my voice is gone, but we’re through to the quarter finals!!!! GET IN! And let’s hope someone kicks the fuck outta Flamini – the dirty ex-gooner fouling scumbag…he doesn’t deserve to get out of London tonight

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    Thought for the day:

    “Women and shoes. It’s like giving a pyromaniac a part time job at a petrol station and access to a box of matches.” The evil ‘Begbie’ squirrel (from B3ta’s QOTW archive): I’m sat in my room next to the window, overlooking the back garden and road next to our house. I’m sat here working on my thesis, now due in exactly three weeks and beginning to prey somewhat on my mind. I have been living, eating, sleeping (and possibly sh*tting) my thesis recently. As you can imagine life has been very, nay, ultra boring. To top off the fandango of […]

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    What a shame*

    So, the dirty gooner scum dropped out of another tournament then eh? and how – not one shot on target against Barcelona (admittedly one of the best teams in the world), Van Persie being sent off then crying about it – hopefully he’ll get a reprimand from UEFA for calling the referee a ‘joke’ (you just can’t do that sort of thing – he’s the official FFS – see my post re’ Sian Massey). As for Wenger (gooner boss) – well, he looks like the paedo he is in that coat he wears…bet the pockets are full of sweeties for […]

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    A typical Monday…

    Was a bit late in (only 20 minutes or so mind!) as I had a case of “can’t be bothered getting out of bed”, but soon got into the swing of things. I was caught up in my work when Corina suddenly said “The clock’s stopped!” and indeed it had, at 8.45 (I’m not a clock watcher so I hadn’t noticed). Thought I may as well change the battery in it so took it off the wall, turned it over and there’re 4 batteries in it (world time zones etc.) which confused me initially – then I just took the […]

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    Well, it was a good day…

    Got myself down to London quite early – wearing my earphones and ‘Spurs’ hat to keep the earpieces in (honest!) And so, I REALLY thought the scum where playing away…but no, I had 20 odd gooners glaring at my hat (Fuck it – I’m proud to be a Yid) for the whole journey…I was just staring at one of ’em who was the double for James May… Anyway… Lovely few hours going round the National Gallery again – the place is amazing! 🙂 honestly, I walk away from there, having seen art in the raw, and I feel like crying…and […]

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    And so, apparently I’ve been lazy about blogging recently…

    As such, here’s my week in a nutshell: Monday: Got back from ‘oop north – had the day off so parked up then went and got spannered (in my defence, it’s a long drive and it must have dehydrated me – I just chose alcohol to rehydrate). Bri paid up his rent so I chucked a few quid in the ticket machine – result! £300 winner to be cashed tomorrow… Tuesday: After my first night back in my bed, my body just refused to wake up – finally got up around1ish, by the time I’d had a bath it was […]

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