I promised that this journal would be written in victorian stlye. Starting Now.

I spent the Saturday gone having a most pleasant time with Mr Glenn Allan and Miss Marie Leadbetter of Plungington. They are the most pleasant of couples, albeit living in sin. Having congregated at said couples home we then departed for a brief sojourn to inspect my future dwellings

.   John And Glenn discuss the possibility of Billiards

With somewhat limited fiscal resources and limited scope to increase them it is with some trepidation that I have embarked on a transaction which will be socially liberating, and at the same time proportionately reduce any space shilling with which to exploit my new found freedom. Luckily I have this delightful electrical switch based communication device with which to maintain my journal and while away some of the tedium.

Upon inspection of my soon to be home both Mr Allan and Miss Leadbetter pronounced a verdict of perfectly charming and were particularly taken with rather spacious bathroom and cellar where i intend to train my army of marmosets.

                                                                 Future commander in chief of the marmoset army

 Upon returning to Mr Allan's Home we then arranged to enjoy a spot of bowls following the port of Liverpools Football Association Chalice fourth round tie with the town of Luton. And a champion game it was as well, full of gusto and drama, and helping a tarnished and maligned competition to regain some of it's luster. Senor Benitez was unfortunately ill spoken of following the clubs previous cup adventure for disrespecting the cup, one hopes that it is therefore merely an oversight on the part of our forthright and respectable press not to have leveled the same complaint at Mr Ferguson of Uniteds of Manchester, and American firm I believe, for their similar turn out in this years competition. We must assume they are still en rapt in the joyous 60 yard journey the ball took from the cultured boot of Senor Alonso to the back of the 'onion bag' ,as I believe the dockers refer to it.

We then made the short journey to the bowling emporium. Whence we met up with Mr Warren,  Miss Alisha and a contingent of Germans. Having past one of our brogues to the emporium staff, presumably to provide scent for the house hounds should we attempt to depart without returning their colourful foot regalia. I assume this may have come into being as a precaution after a previous visit by Miss Leadbetter. Much fun was had by all and Mr Allan seemed particularly adept at this fad. Billiards, some intriguing air current based variation of shove ha'penny and table football followed.

 "no point was I worried"

The night was finished off back at the Brookhouse Tavern where Mr Warren, Miss Alisha and the contingent of Germany reside. miss Alisha most generously acted as my barber. A very fine job of it she did and at no point was I worried that I may end up as pie filling. Some more solution was had by all and oblivion followed.

Bolton are a team of fucking hoofers. Don't give me that twaddle about the joys of Jay Jay Okocha, they don't let him play and even if they did he truly would be a wizard to play on that fucking quagmire.

That the people of Bolton play to watch this glorified version of pong amazes me. Worse still was today we got pulled down to their level with some very dubious challenges on Diouf by both Carra and Momo. Part of me thinks, get in, have some of that you fucking camel (not to the uninitiated - he spits a fair bit), he was a complete disgrace to our shirt and seeing him get a bit of a kicking bothers me not in the least.

What amazes me almost as much is big Sams (he likes being called big sam as it makes him seem the big friendly guy) insistence that the decisions go against him and that his Bolt-On team are always the victims. The reason, Mr Potato head, is that everyone knows your a bunch of cheating cunts. Dirty, cynical and ready to fall over so you can get set pieces. Which is what happened for the first goal. Gianakopulous (dunno, it's not on spellchecker) goes down for an extremely soft free kick. Finnan shepherds the ball out of play, gianasisters can't get to it so over he goes. In fairness even then we should not have conceded, the ball in was nothing special, big Reina fumbled then grabbed for it, Sami kicked it out of his hands and some Bolton player capitalized. The rest of the half we spent in their half. If they got possession back it got hoofed and tubby Davis fought people up front to give them their only attacking threat.

That said we only really created half chances as they defended deep and thought about going home to fuck their sisters, whilst their whippet shagging fans called Peter Crouch a freak. cockmunchers, no team with walking advert for frizz ease that is Ivan Campo should be calling any player a freak. That's when they weren't singing sign on. (Family club - your having a laugh - unless your talking about inbreeding)

Harry Kewell worked quite hard which was nice to see and played well. He's not quite the player we thought we'd signed but he's getting there, bit more first team work and hopefully those stretch marks will clear up.

The next incident of note involved Kevin Nolan, in a tangle of players he went down, fairly btw, and Gerrards foot ended up on his chest. It looked to me that Stevie was trying to jump over him, but from a standing start didn't make it, have to see the replay for that one.

And that was it for the first half. Bolton looked like they could cause problems on the break but didn't and liverpool dominated possession. Bolton did have a penalty should but IMO it would have been harsh as the ball went straight to a liverpool player when the tackle occured and there was no chance in hell there was going to be a shot. Still by the letter of the law it could well have been given.

So the pattern continued, until Gerrard was put through again by Mr Kewell and clearly brought down for a penalty. The Keeper guessed right but there was enough power on it to go in. Brilliant, game on, let's get the win.

Alas 4 mins later Bolton broke and even though Davis was clearly off side he squared it to the centre and Diouf, with a bit of luck, put it in the net.

Commendably liverpool did not let there heads go down and within about 10 mins Luis Garcia equalised.

Cisse had a headed chance and there were a few other shots on target but it was not to be and the game ended honours even.

Once thing you knew was going to happen was big Sam would not concede anything. At no point in his post match interview did he mention that liverpool had the massive majority of possession and efforts on goal. Nor did he mention the offside decision or soft free kick for the first goal, yet he wants to get Gerrard done for stamping, i think he has a case with Momo, but if you want to open that can of worms then im sure LFC can bring up all the previous incidents your team has committed as well as diving for free kicks. Fuck off and eat pies, die of a heart attack at 60. You slimy sweaty cunt.

Good team my arse.


finally when running this through the spellchecker it suggested the following for cockmunchers.

cock munchers, cock-munchers, Comanches, Comanche's, Clementia's, gymnasia's

Made me giggle, have no idea why.

like the house thing but pigs.

311 feet tall, 705 feet long. It weighs over 45,500 tons.

Stolen from liams blog, which in turn was stolen Mr Brinds (see I don't know him that well so he gets Mr, like a school teacher).

"Based on your drawing and the 10 answers you gave this is a summary of your personality:
Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You are shy and reserved. If you've drawn a cross on each of windows, you always want to live alone. Once you have a problem, you need a friend with you. Your life is always full of changes.

When it comes to love, you shut yourself off. It's difficult to win your heart because you have decided to keep your feelings deep inside. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people.

You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself."

See! I'm a strong person with low self esteem, who loves freedom and control.

 Hooray, I finally get round to my second livejournal entry.

So here i sit pondering what to put, tapping my foot to the poptastic New Pornographers. It's that time of year when everyone else seems to be putting together lists, top 10 albums, top 10 films, books and on and on. Truth be told I can never remember what came out when, or what I've listened to and gone off, though I've certainly enjoyed New Pornographers, Nouveau Vague and Okkervill River.

I seem, socially, to have spent that last month on various staff nights out in various states of drunkenness. The last being the most drunk, some young lady in a club we went to decided I was nice, which was nice, and she was quite nice as well. Unfortunately thanks to the Devil that is booze I found I'd forgotten how to speak and all I could manage in return to her various compliments were "thank's thats a very nice thing to say" in painfully slow super concentrating not slurring words mode. hey ho.

The house buying is still in progress but seeing the sold sign was quite exciting, made it seem more real, and I should be moved by the end of January. More bits acquired, bedding for a couple of rooms on an exciting fun packed trip to Manchester with the lovely Marie. Possibly the last as well as Glenn was under the impression I would keep spending under control rather than exacerbate it.

We also saw Rodney's shop helper guy from Emmerdale, who's name escapes me, or maybe I just don't know, anyhoo we saw him. We stole chocolate too, but, kind of inadvertently, some kind of soft white chocolate you eat like a yogurt, which come to think of it may or may have not been the stuff. It did after all move into our possession on its own accord.

And thats about it, I always choke on this thing, I've discovered through the power of NEXUS that expressing any opinion may well be used to pull you down or invalidate any other opinions you may have, not healthy really. Those crazy web forums eh.

With an impending move to Preston I thought for some reason it would be a good time to begin one of these livejournal thingies. Hooray. Now hopefully interesting things will happen in order to fill this.

Still settling in my new room at work. It will get better when the current jobs im working on finish and I can move on to more structured tasks. The people however are lovely, which makes a wonderful change from the fruit cake of life in SGU, where the raisens represent cunts.

Housebuying is still on going.