Things I really love: (in no particular order)

Sunday morning tennis in the sunshine.
Gypsy Kings at the Royal Festival Hall last night.
Food.
Lila smiling.
Lila sitting.
Lila… anything.
Food. (“you said ‘food’; I like ‘food'”)
England beating Australia at Twickenham.
England beating Australia anywhere else.

Things I really hate: (in strict ranking)

Arsenal winning.
Spurs losing.
Everything that happens for the next 6 hours should those two hatefuls occur simultaneously.
Olives.
Nuclear armageddon.

Ok, there are other things I hate too; whilst I’m fucking at it!! Its my blog, innit? I can hate what I want. I hate Jeremy Corbyn, because if he doesn’t actually hate me, he hates everything I stand for or value.

I hate all type of ‘reality’ tv because its the worst kind of misnomer. There’s nothing real about the Kardashians, and nothing watchable about any of the million other ‘famous for being famous’ shows depicting groups of vain and narcissistic morons obsessing about themselves and their tragically shallow lives.

And I hate football managers who bemoan ‘the standard of refereeing’ to the point where the testicle-free zone that is the Football Association actually fine them, only to smile smugly when their own team become beneficiaries of such adjudication errors.

In case I didn’t mention it; I hate Spurs losing to Arsenal. Particularly this (ok, and any other) year when we’ve been playing so well. It hurts. Its horrible.

And yet life goes on. Even Spurs go on. To play (hopefully) hapless West Brom next weekend who may very possibly be without a manager by then as the daggers are out for poor ole Pulis.

I may even rename this page ‘Lila’s Glasses’ as she seems to have taken those now too. As a stark reminder that however bad anything ever gets, there is light, there is love, there is indeed hope for the future. At least off the football field.

Happy (nyeh) Sunday

A xxxx