Well hello again blogsite – it’s been quite a while since my last posting. We had a great (if busy) time back in our lovely home in Italy. We left there when the temperature was 38℃. And here we are back in the UK and it’s deep autumn. Sigh.
Ok so what have we missed? Well the end of British summer time clearly (wasn’t this supposed to be the mother of all BBQ summers – ha!). And the Premiership season has already started whilst the transfer window has closed without a single posting from me. Must correct that soon. For now I can say that whilst it was a little disconcerting to realise that my team Man Utd had turned into a selling club, two items of football news have pleased me enormously. There can’t be many football fans who weren’t warmed to see that Chelsea have been found guilty of illegal transfer procedures by FIFA and have been banned from any transfer dealings until January 2011. Oh I know it’ll probably be reduced on appeal (and that Man Utd will probably be unlikely to be blameless when it comes to poaching young players) ….but it will be sooo gratifying to see one of the snakeoil twins, Kenyon or Arnesen, take the rap and say adios to life at the Bridgski. Ho, ho, ho. Secondly, how welcome was the news that one of the Gooner divers par excellence (though nobody beats the King of the Cormorants, Robert Pires) has received a two-match European ban by EUFA for diving to win a penalty. Of course Arsenal and the Professor are enraged at the ‘flawed’ decision but can they really baulk at the ruling? If Arsene didn’t see this one, he really does need to go see Specsavers.
What else? Well it was slightly alarming to return and find that Big Brother was still running. Has anyone really been watching this bunch of misfit wannabees? I checked in once to find some guy who looked like one of the fairground guys who collects fares on the Waltzer and makes the girls with big thighs scream by whizzing the carriage around wildly, walking around in nothing but skimpy shorts. Not a pretty sight. What a total shock to find C4 had cancelled the show eh. The thing is, tonight’s the final night of the current season and I have a horrible feeling I might not be able to resist having a sneaky look to see which of the losers wins. Sad.
Speaking of waste of spaces, I see that the porker Katona has finally been sacked from her role as the face of frozen food giants Iceland, as news of her cocaine taking and erractic and abusive behaviour became public knowledge. Gosh you don’t say. Those folks at Iceland are sooo tuned in. Still it seems that life’s not all bad for that other Princess of Excess Katie Price. Following the unforeseen split from dopey and useless husband Pete (OMG who saw that coming?) the demur Katie has got back on that ‘horse’ and paired up with a sex-addicted cage fighter. Oh I can hear the sound of wedding bells already. The guys at Hello must be dusting down the pink carriage and the dashing white horses even as I write.
And in the wacky world of music it’s reassuring to know that Michael Jackson’s body has at last been buried. Ditto it seems the chances of Liam and Noel ever playing together again in Oasis. Never? Definitely…..maybe. See what I did there? Hey don’t look back in anger fellahs. I’ll stop this now.
It’s good to be back.