Kate Bush is going to perform live for the fist time this century. Wow. Brilliant. 15 nights at the Hammersmith Apollo in August. Fab. Tickets will be like gold dust. Jest to hear her sing (??) Wuthering Heights again; amazing. Then she could do… errrr… hmmm… well, one of her other songs. Numbers. Tunes. Dances. Whatever.

Don’t get me wrong; I loved Kate Bush. Massive fan. But couldn’t name another of her songs if you nailed me to the floor and beat me with gluten free, high omega 3 veggie wraps.

My image of Kate is of doing that dance to her song, all lithe and dark and hard-bodied and exotic and incredibly sexy and and and and… (pause for cold shower).

Nothing else. There was no more. I wasn’t going to go and buy the album was I? I’d done that before. The late, great Gerry Rafferty’s Baker Street. One brilliant song, the rest might as well not be there.

So instead of going to see Kate I’m going to watch el Classico tomorrow night. Barcelona visit Real Madrid in the most important game since the last one. I love this fixture, it always seems to decide the Spanish league. As b those two teams they’ve shared about 49 of the last 50 titles. Barcelona have been marginally superior over recent years but now visit Madrid four points behind Real with Athletico Madrid uncharacteristically in between the two. Like Aberdeen sitting between Celtic and Rangers and you think ‘what are they doing there??’ Remember Rangers? Used to be a big team. Well, for Scotland.

Arsenal play Chelsea in our own version. These two teams hate each other but mainly because everyone hates them both and they just join in. Its not like Barca Real which is a rivalry based on politics, jealousy and deep seated seperationist type extremism. Arsenal and Chelsea are just horrible. Different type of hatred altogether.

Though this is Lord Wenger’s 1000th game in charge of the Arse. 1000 matches. Which is simply amazing when the average manager lasts about 25 and gets sacked if his team have failed to win the Champions League. Or 17 matches if he’s at Fulham. Only Alex Ferguson lasted a long long time and his successor looks fairly doomed already, especially as Robin van Persie, the ex-Arsenal rapist and striker, has an injury that will keep him off the pitch for at least 6 weeks and the team, other than a great win in Europe on Wednesday, are shit.

Spurs play tomorrow. Spurs always play tomorrow. Southampton. Massive game. 4-pointer. Don’t know why because I’ve given up on this season altogether and intend to study dance instead until May. So I can join in with Kate Bush when she does her roll and fall in green. Ahhhh, its all coming back.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx