Eidur, Eidur, Eidur....

You have made my life one of constant fear.. For now I cannot even venture to my local Texa Fried Chicken - a previously simple (and not uncommon) thing - without fear of being stabbed or set alight by riotous Chelsea fans. Mob rule is already taking over South West London.. I can see three burning cars out my window right now... Actually no, its only two - the third has started crawling towards the hospital.. Franky had a shit game, no more has to be said really. But he never has two in a row, so Class of 2002 better watch out this weekend.

I still don't know who won out of Collingwood and St Kilda last weekend, as I've been saving myself to watch the replay. I know I've doomed myself now, so until I watch the game, I won't be reading the comments to this blog, any emails, or talking to anyone on MSN. I did, however, see how close the scoreline was against the Moose, and all I can say is: Skin of your balls Steve.

Life's chugging along nicely here. We had a bank holiday on Monday, and had sun for most of the day. So the entire house spent the entire day out in the yard drinking.. Went out to Brixton on Friday night. That probably doesn't mean much to most of you but I was offered smack 5 times in the 200m between the tube and the club. Thank Christ there was a cover charge where we went or I'm certain I would have been stabbed.

Anyway, thats about all. Still doing shit all at work and getting paid good money to do so.. Good to see some of you have had a look at my photo gallery... And comiserations once again to Frank and the lads.