Monday, May 21, 2007

Job Done (..Kinda)

League Cup and FA Cup winners 2006/2007. Runners up in the Premiership -- some way off ManUre, but a clear 15 points ahead of Liverpool and Arsenal. And semi-finalists in the Champions League.

Should have kept it tighter over Christmas/January and scored many more goals -- in open play and as penalties -- in April/early May to truly compete..

But all-in-all, not all bad for the 2007/2008 Champions.


Carefree

Friday, May 18, 2007

Blue Is The Colour..

..of the sky.

Yay. The sun returns to this soggy island after a long, long absence.

So, Q: Is the colour above an omen for tomorrow.

Thinking about the final -- I'm convinced we can do it. Just that we need to come out of the traps chomping. (Remember Di Mateo in '97..?).

Of course, I'm expecting some needle from ManUre about Yorkies -- but hey, a man's gotta defend his family and who the hell goes to confiscate a dog at 10:30pm on a Wednesday evening? West London police are clearly all gooners..

Carefree

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Halo Effect

At last, some good news. (Well there's a lot ot be happy about, just that I'm a bit 'Meldrew' today..)

Microsoft announces the launch date for Halo3 -- Wednesday, 26 September. That gives me a good two+ months of gaming ahead of little Roo's arrival late year. :-)

Yes Simon. Now I'll buy an Xbox360.

Oh, and the sun has made an appearance after about three weeks..

It's all too good. Now surely something catastrophic is bound to happen.

Superstition

"Very superstitious, writing's on the wall.."

..Well, we have a Banksy in the Green.

But I wonder (sic)

su·per·sti·tion, noun:- "..belief in the existence or power of the supernatural; irrational fear of the unknown; a religion or practice based on such tendencies; widely held but wrong idea."
- Oxford Dictionary
Not only am I hounded by a sole magpie each morning (sorrow), but now black cats are routinely getting in my way (is this good? I'm confused..)

Jose getting arrested for ownership of a rabid Yorkie and no end in sight to this Biblically dismal weather..

The omens are woeful.

We're doomed.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Act Local

We're getting active; involved; grass roots.

Right on, brother.

Yesterday evening, P attended a Hackney planning open house and was the only non-NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) in attendance. Amid a mass of ill-informed, knee-jerk busy-bodies, she was the only reasonable, sensible, level-headed home-improver there.

The reason: we want to extend, and extend big stylee. Upwards, which means mansard roof extension.

So the scheming, conniving "Gordon Brown will make a great interim Prime Minister ahead of David Milliband" lobbyist that she is, managed to work her slick brand of spin on the council's head planning officer.


..Though we also think he was just pleased to speak to someone not berating him for national government housing policy (something he has no control over), refuse collection (again, beyond his p-l-a-n-n-i-n-g remit), or the lousy weather (God's department, I believe..).
At issue is the fact that the council has held an unoffical moratorium on granting permission for mansard extensions in our neck of the woods for about two years. Only now is outlining a clear policy. This is good for us as we now know what will and will not meet with planning -- an important consideration if you're going to pitch-up a wad of cash for an architect only to go nowhere..

But not to be out-done, I'm getting in on the act too and must cancel my attendance at lunch with friends tomorrow in favour of the totally mega 'Composting In The Park', which, as the Hackney junta put it, promises to be "A great day out in Clissold Park."

Hey, I really, really want to win a wormery.

..Spectrum is Green

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Quite A Record

This from the BBC's Web site about tonight's penultimate Premiership game. Impressive statistics however you cut it..

Chelsea clinched their second successive Premiership title with a 3-0 win in this equivalent fixture last season. This time around they must relinquish that crown to their visitors Manchester United, in a dress rehearsal for the FA Cup final. Jose Mourinho will be hoping to retain his undefeated League record at Stamford Bridge. The Blues are unbeaten in 61 home League games - 55 in the tutorage of the current incumbent. Indeed the Portuguese chief has masterminded a combined total of 93 home League matches without defeat - last losing on 23 February 2002 when FC Porto were beaten 2-1 by Beira Mar.

Although they're ending the season second best to (sic) ManUre, Chelsea are on a longer current unbeaten League run than United of 12 matches, they've lost fewer Premiership games (three to United's four) and conceded fewer goals (23 to 26). Victory will close the unassailable gap between them to four points.

Mourinho's only defeat to United was 1-0 in last season's trip to Old Trafford which ended their 40-game unbeaten Premiership sequence. They've since thrashed them in last season's corresponding fixture, and shared two goals in a classic game of two halves at the Theatre of Dreams in November. The Londoners have lost one of the last eight League clashes at the Bridge, winning the last three.

Sir Alex Ferguson's side are chasing a first point and a first goal in four visits to the west Londoners.

Carefree

Monday, May 07, 2007

Hell Hound On My Tail

All those years of watching late night horrors and listening to 'The Devil's music' has caught-up on me.

Regardless of the rain, this morning, Ems and I extended our walk to take-in Abney Park Cemetary -- something we habitually do nowadays (see earlier entry).

Maybe it was the fact that I was soaked and cold, maybe I'm just over sensitive this weekend with bad weather and even worse football.

Whatever. Early-on into the cemetary, I was overtaken by heavy goose-bumps, a strong feeling of static electricity and the sense that there was someone/something at my back. It was most uncomfortable and like a wuss, I high-tailed it outta there.

Pooch, though, didn't seem overly perturbed. But then, they do say that dogs have a keener sense to these things than we. She probably spends all her waking hours 'seeing dead people' and to her, Abney Park is always like some sort of Piccadilly Circus for the departed.

Anyway, next weekend, I'm insisting that P comes along to hold my hand.


...Boo!

Sunday, May 06, 2007

Or Maybe Not..

That dream thing might have been about next season, or the one after that.. Who knows? Anyway, ManUre have it and well done to them. A concession. With Drogba, Robben and Cole 'resting', it's on to Wembley (and next season) for us.

Carefree

Friday, May 04, 2007

I Had A Dream Jo(se)

I dreamt numbers. I dreamt football. I had a dream.

And maybe all’s not lost..

The past fortnight has been a horrid, torrid time for CFC of edging nearer and dropping further in the Premiership.

Champion’s League dramas not withstanding, it’s been a rollercoaster domestic season. Indeed, in a way, it’s nice that Europe’s behind us.

[Let’s get one thing straight Jose – if you don’t score goals, you don’t win. Liverpool scored, we didn’t. They deserve to be in Athens. End of. And why wasn’t Drogba – the season’s highest goal-scorer up for a penalty in favour of Robben (no game for seven weeks) or the second-string Geremi? Finally, management requires an equal measure of gravitas and humility to counter confidence and self belief. Outbursts of this week are 'Special Needs' not 'Special One', bud..]
But anyway, last night I dreamt and the portents are good. In my vision ManUre lose to Man City tomorrow and we beat Arsenal on Sunday. Moreover, I had a strong sense that we go on to beat ManUre at the Bridge next week to nudge ahead at the top by a point.

The portent didn’t reveal anything about our respective final games – Everton (us) and West Ham (them). Nor did it give me a glimpse of the Wembley result either. My radar is clearly quite near-term and needs fine-tuning.

Now all I need tonight is a sense of the winner of the 3:15 at Epsom and Saturday’s lottery numbers.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Gang Of Four


Domesticity overtakes us at a lightening pace. Our two-person, one dog collective will be added to by year's end.

The wonderful, talented P is with child and carrying little [TBC] Joe (boy) or Rowan (girl) S. I'm told that there's yet some negotiation on the naming, but I tend get my way in the end.

Mum's doing well and hasn't been subject to too many prenatal nasties. Dad's enjoying peace and quiet while he can -- a relative concept when you live with a springer..

Anyway, there's no smoking or drinking chez nous -- well, both the former and latter for Pippa -- not me ;-).

Mothercare. People Movers. And oceans of vomit to come. Yeah.

Picture: Twee, moi?

Carefree

Beavis


Have you ever put a padded bubble-wrap envelope through a shredder?

It's brilliant!