I watched a film on my return from the pub this evening. At one point all my problems were explained in one line (or as near as I can remember)...

'It would be tragic to be wearing the wrong shoes when you meet the right guy'

At last, a(nother) reason for my failure! Shoes! Now I know why I have so many! All I need to do is get the right combination and all will be just fine ;)

A quiet couple of days have passed. I have been reminded of how much I loathe bad manners and ignorance but little else has occured. Ryan is down tomorrow, which I am looking forward to and life progresses at its normal snail like pace.

Football season starts soon. The traditional season opener of the Charity Shield is on Sunday...will Paddy be there? Both clubs have gone silent so I am anticipating an imminent announcement.

*sigh. People come and people go. One man doesn't make a team after all.

Take that to mean what you wish. Most people assume to anyway.