Fave Things at The Moment

Best Album - The Temperance Society Chronicles, Chip Bailey
Best Gadget - Apple AirPort
Best Drink - Kozel beer

Curse This Pasty Skin

It has been sunny today. Not, really hot, or even baking, but nevertheless Claude was left reaching for the after-sun after an hour spent walking the mutt.

I only have to look at the sun and my arms, face and neck turn a lovely shade of red and start to feel like someone is rubbing them with sand paper.

My dearest is the exact opposite and starts to go a lovely brown colour, while complaining that it could be "a little warmer".

This is just the start - the rest of the summer awaits and I will be covered up from now on.

They Always Let You Down

I have heard this sentiment expressed many times before about the Blades.

Sadly it was true once more on Monday, when we succumbed very weakly to an average Burnley team.

The day itself was OK - apart from having to share Wembley Way with a bunch of inbred, BNP supporting, neanderthal Lancastrians.

Yes, Claude is bitter.

Tickets Bought

Arrived at the ground at 7.45am and queued for three and three quarter hours, but managed to get the tickets.

The rain did commence, but only briefly and I managed to stay dry.

Here's hoping for a red and white triumph on the 25th.

Duck Weather

Flippin' 'eck, what a downpour we have had today.

It caused me major delays on the M1 - two hours to get home. Then I got soaked getting to the Chinese for dinner (very nice chicken chow mein) and then I had to take the mutt out and got drenched again.

I am now sat drying out, hoping the rain stops before I have to go and queue for tickets tomorrow to see the Blades at Wembley.

Mad Mutt

Making my daily trip up the M1 this evening, I was once again faced with non-moving traffic for a good 15 minutes.

"What the hell is it this time" I raged to myself, flicking the travel news on to find out.

Was it an accident - heaps of twisted metal and burning bodies littering the highway? Was it a tanker that had spilled a load of oil all over the road?

Nope. According to BBC Radio Leicester it was "a dog running loose on the carriageway". The crazy canine was holding up both sides of the motorway, which is quite a feat when you probably only measure a metre long.

How Old???

I was at the checkout of Tesco yesterday, patiently waiting for my items to be scanned through. The till lady, probably well into her fifties, suddenly stopped when scanning in a nice bottle of wine I had put in my basket.

She looked at me, then the wine and then back at me, before asking: "Have you got any ID?" I thought I misheard, so asked her to repeat. "I need to see some ID before I can let you buy this."

I was unsure if she was joking or not, so obediently handed over my driving licence. As she looked it over thoroughly, I commented "I turned 33 last week." She seemed satisfied that the licence wasn't fake and let me purchase the wine.

I am still unsure whether to feel insulted or flattered.