may 2nd
Last night I was unable to sleep when I went to bed. Thinking about the Arsenal v Birmingham game had me in the land of nod in seconds. Which was actually quite unfortunate, as I had the weirdest nightmare ever. I discovered that I was the proud owner of a talking toilet roll, which was shyly communicative at first, but soon was confident and able to read my mind, answering my questions before I even asked them.
People began to come from far and wide to witness the thing, which spoke in a manner not dissimilar to Hal from 2001. I’d just look at it and it would creepily say “I’m fine Blogger, how are you?”
In the end I tried to throw it over a balcony at which point in turned into a retarded boy with the head of Matt Damon who tried to dispose of me in the same fashion. I woke up at that point. I’m still not right, and quite frankly I’m afraid to go for a number 2 just at the moment.
Not much Arsenal news this morning. Yesterday’s game has bored the writers to death I think. The only thing I can think of commenting on is Diego Forlan’s miss yesterday. He headed over from about 2 feet. I don’t think you should underestimate the talent it takes to do that.
Right, I’m off the airport to collect my lovely wife, then off to drink a few beers. Shame the sun still isn’t shining over here. I blame the previous government. Have a good one.
