memories: having agreed to hire a skip to clear out the cellar (its a terrible fire hazard below 6 flats) i find that most of the abandoned rubbish down there is mine. when i moved here 5 years ago i brought with me the detritus of my 40+ years, some of which had not seen the light of day for a decade or more (having been in the attic of my previous home).
what followed was a brutal cull of my keepsakes - several boxes became 1 solid plastic one, and my shredder was glowing hot with the effort of destroying bank statements and utility bills from the last century. most distressing was the revelation that i have only saved one letter from my ex-wife, and that an unpleasant dismissal of my suggestion that she honour her debts. lots of lovely letters from tlc which had me reminiscing about the happier times in that relationship. and several of my cartoons from the late 80s and early 90s from when i (briefly) considered that as a career. i have filled two large bins bags with unwanted crap and another with shreddings that the rats can pee on. they can piss all over my life, lucky chaps!
cambridge top of the league still, which still fails to take away the frustrations of yesterday's craven performance at fulham (geddit?). arsene must buy a strong midfielder or his beautiful footballers will never win anything. we need to finally replace vieira - denilson, diaby, ramsey, eboue: none of them are ready to do that
