The sun is out, the sky is blue, there’s not a cloud to spoil the view, but…

And the irony is; it really is a beautiful, good-to-be-alive, get-out-there, wonderful morning in London today. I actually wish it was raining, dull, grey, cold. Would be a better fit. Suit the mood.

Because last night was the tragedy at White Hart Lane. Spurs lost. Not the game, that was drawn, but lost the momentum, lost the chase for the top. Lost the dream. And I can’t understand why.

The first half was so impressive. It was typical of Spurs Nouveau, fast, furious and beautiful to watch. Then in the second half it stopped. Just like that. The pace, the movement, the pressing, just dropped off. I have no idea what the team talk was like at half time but it didn’t work. We dropped back and let them in. And struggled to get going. Whatever has been going so wonderfully well most of the season just stopped.

And immediately my mind raced to find the worst possible scenario following this loss (of 2 such vital points). Relegation? No, we’re safe. Dropping out of the top 4? Only if we can’t bounce back. Allowing Arsenal to overtake us? NNNOOOOOOOOO…

Chelsea next week. They hate us. Good. I’d hate to be liked by them. It would be like Kim Jong Un trying to ‘friend’ you on Facebook. Jeremy Corbyn taking you out for a drink. But that’s become a monumental game now. Don’t really have sufficient zeros on my keyboard to say precisely how many points are at stake. Pretty much all of them.

Never date a songwriter. Or marry one. Well, you can do, but NEVER, EVER break up. Or even be unfaithful.

Rumours abound that Jay-Z has been getting ‘close to’ one of his clothing designers. The extent of that closeness is unclear at present, but I think certain assumptions can be made, or ‘bootysumptions’ in this context, that its close enough to not see the join. So wifey, Beyonce, has on her just released album, tracks about the ‘affair’. Subtle tracks like ‘the muthafucka done shagged that bitch’. Well, that would be the title if I’d written it. Beyonce’s more subtle. Slightly. Though Beyonce has really ‘let herself go’ lately, (see pic).

Taylor Swift has charted her relatively short but vastly varied love issues on every album she writes. “Small Penis Blues” was revenge for some bust-up or other. “Halitosis Rock” was another song, another relationship over.

Revenge Rock. Its all the rage.

Miserable Fucking Tuesday

A xxxx