Fosse Boy

Horses for courses. It's only one of two or three we've done. Rest of the time is old skool Leicester or original English-style chants. The mixture works quite well I think.

That's a Forest song. Allez Allez Allez Allez Allez.

Woke up drunk, got drunk again, watched us win, am still drunk, intend to get more drunk. Work tomorrow.

Take it you got that job at MI5 then? Good work.

The xx - Islands

Smooth.

If you're only just starting then you've got a minimum of three years more of it chief. Wouldn't sweat too much that you're going to be come a studious nerd like me by this time next month. Had some blokes hanging around the DMU campus handing out free prawn crackers today. Delightful stuff.

Registered as a postgraduate student today. I now drink coffee instead of beer and get up at 7 a.m rather than get in at 7 a.m. Fun.

Got home early from work as goals three and four went in. Just about sums up my day actually.

M-U-Z-Z-Y I-Z-Z-E-T Put it all together It spells pure class to me He sunk Spurs with a stunner Scored a great goal at Grimsby Oh he's a Leicester legend Our magic Muzzy The tune is one I made up in my head and I don't really want to have to write the sheet music for it, so if you want to know it you'll have to get yer arse down the Counting House pre-Scunny.

Woke up drunk. Had a few Desperados. Had a chat with a QPR mate from uni. Met Paul the cockney who has a 70s Leicester badge tattoo. Ate a pizza. Off out for a couple more beers. Once again the City result conspires to spoil a decent Saturday.

Tense finish to the County Championship. Tresco and Kieswetter off out to hit 180 odd in 17 overs for Somerset.

The Music - Cessation

I am appeased by this post.

Aye, two bottles and a tin from the offie on Welford Road. Teeth felt like shite on the train home.

I spent more in Maryland than I did in Mosh last night. Just about remember running through Leicester Market singing Greek football songs.

Pixies - Here Comes Your Man

Ay up Pedro.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D4mnetitfH0 lol lol Danny Dyer meets David Brent.

I can play the National Anthem, Rule Britannia, and "England til I die" on the alto saxophone, and have a Grade 3 certificate (as well as Jazz Grade 1). Can I join the band now? Would be a good way for me to openly flout Wembley's tyrannical enforcement of regulations against persistent standing...

Doing that would be just about as unoriginal as you can get. Iwan Is A Welshman is a classic. It was bad enough when people started singing that "Gradel is a flashman" bollocks a couple of seasons ago.

How about no, because that's just about the laziest thing you could do.

Do you ever think it might be, like, not that good?

If my dog weren't being such a whiny cunt at the moment coz she got speyed the other day I could rely on her to back me up in this futile battle to shut them up. As it is I might just resort to shouting "FUCK OFF!!!" and throwing random treasured childhood possessions out the window in the vain hope that they decide to leave me in peace as a result.

Kevin. Oh, and the fact that there now seems to be some kind of cat turf war happening somewhere near my house (wish I could be more specific) at this time of night.