march 29th
15.46 – International week. Little or nothing going on directly related to Arsenal – the only thing I could find that’s not recycled old crap is this bit on Stuart Taylor, and even that’s not that interesting. This does not bode well for a summer without any kind of football at all – I may have to resort to writing fiction every day just to have something to talk about. Well, the tabloids and football dailies here in Spain have been doing it for years. I can become an Arsenal-only Marca.
So for today there’s nothing to do but point you in the direction of non-Arsenal stuff worth reading. Like the story about a time travelling insider trader. Could somebody drop acid, look at this, and report back what they see? I would be much obliged. For those of you that speak Polish, here’s a a Polish Arsenal fan’s blog. One of the worst things about blogging and the whole genre is the fact that any old cunt can start one, and we have to put up with evil penguins attempting to take over the world. Until his plan fails, then we’ll have to read about how lonely he is, his favourite Nick Drake songs or some such shite. I hate penguins (apart from the deliciously chocolate ones) – they’re lucky they live in the frozen wastes or my days would be spent punching penguins in the face.
Some words to confuse the search engines this week – Saddam, dolphin, oral, mustard, defenestration, bush, likes, fuck, wombats, justin timberlake, giant, helmet, free, championship manager 4 crack, underpants, rustu, robinson, trumpton and nicole kidman.
If you could change the result of just one Arsenal match, which one would it be? I’m torn between Valencia in the Cup Winners Cup in 1980 or the FA Cup semi-final in 99. Will make my mind up later – now I might as well go an watch Ireland get beaten by Georgia (and they say they can’t play football in the USA).
