The quiet life...

There hasn't been much going on of late - business is slowing down a little with winter on it's way so the social life has been put on the back burner somewhat.

Jo and I celebrated 18 months together this weekend with a Mongolian BBQ at Gengis Khan restaurant. Lunt will vouch for it's quality. And so will any future visitors from the UK who'll definitely be taken along.

There has also been a new addition to the household as one of my fellow Eden Stallions, Nick, has lent me his playstation 3 while he's overseas. I've got to say I'm pretty impressed - I've already completed Drake's Uncharted Fortune and Jo is currently enjoying Crash Bandicoot (the most annoying game in the world... why can't you just save at the end of a level?!?!?) which Nick had downloaded. Maybe this is the real reason for a slower social life?

And so on to the Stallions - check out the website for their progress. We're top of the table after 5 games and this weekend we won in the first round of the cup against a team from 2 divisions above. On a personal note, I'm having a better season than previous with 10 goals so far.

I'm not sure whether it's the fact that we play in Chelsea kits or not, but having just watched highlights of the end of the Premiership season, I am going to be totally behind the blues in the Champions League final.

I used to be about as anti Manchester United as you could get but that eased off over the years almost to a state of indifference. I'm even managing them on Champ. But a few things have re-ignited that particular flame. I'll incur the wrath of Millward for this (if he still reads this site) but here goes...

1. The spoilt brat attitude...
1a. We don't like the new owners so we'll start our own football team in protest. Then still support both.
1b. Other english fans hate us (a natural by product of a decade of domination) so we'll hate England and sing anti-English songs and pro-Argentina ones. I'll add Tevez draping himself in the Argentinian flag when collecting his medal. Urgh.
1c. The BBC once said something bad about someone so Ferguson won't talk to them ever again.

2. Ronaldo. A horrible player. I hated the way he stops playing when he thinks he's been fouled with almost a "how dare you even try to tackle someone as good as me" smugness about him. A great talent, no doubt, but does he really have to act like a total (&^(^#&)$*&) (*^#?

Take a deep breath.

Back to real life, and the end of an era is upon us as I shall be moving out of the flat I share with Rob and into Jo's parents place to house sit as they go to Europe for a couple of months. As much as I'm looking forward to living with Jo, I'm not sure how I'll cope with out Sky Sports.

Finally, they've had a series on tv here called the 7 Ages of Rock and last night it was an indie/Britpop episode. Wow, it took me back. You don't hear much Roses over here so that was a joy. With Suede, Elastica, Echobelly, Sleeper and Pulp all getting a mention, I was transported back to SLAM (Students Love Alternative Music) in Karisma on a Tuesday nights, hammering back those pints of snakky b for a pound a go and dancing like a nutter to The Only One I know. Speaking of which, Charlatans didn't get a mention which I thought very strange given they're the longest lasting of all the Britpop era bands.