Everton won on Monday night. They fucking won. Bastards. Now they’re ahead of us and we’re 5th. Still; rather be there than, say, 4th from bottom. Where West Ham live. Currently. Or even 2nd to bottom, where Sunderland lie, under ‘new broom’ David Moyes, showing why he was always such a big hit at Old Trafford.

But its early days. West Ham are enjoying their new stadium immensely. The league’s newest home, and certainly most expensive as it cost (the taxpayers) £850million. Ok, West Ham did ‘pay their way’ by contributing £27.49p per week for 6 weeks, so that’s fair. And its big and its beautiful and its magnificent and now part of the Olympic Legacy forevermore, amen.

So what would you call a really beautiful house, f’rinstance, if it was filled with shit? Even if it was, like, some 17million pound mansion in Holland Park? You’d call it a shit house. Because its filled with horrible stuff. So what do you call West Ham’s new stadium? Because its filled with a bunch of rabble who start riots among their fellow fans. Shameful.

The Arse managed to salvage a point in Paris last night in the Champions League, whereas Celtic didn’t in Barcelona. They did the extreme opposite of salvaging anything, including pride. 7-nil they lost to Messi’s mob. The little man scored a hat-trick, but Suarez netted a couple, Neymar scored, Iniesta, all our heroes. Brendan Rodgers thought Celtic did ok. What fucking world does he live in? How is that ok? Alright, they’re Barcelona, they’re brilliant. But its never ‘ok’ to lose 7-0. What’s more, what does it say about Scottish football? And they’re the ones desperate to stay in Europe.

And so to ‘why I love Israel, part 972’.

This pic was taken in a place called Ramat HaSharon. Translates to ‘Sharon breaks a heel falling down drunk outside a nightclub in Dagenham’. Ramat Hasharon is a small town, near Tel Aviv, just kind’a residential, nice, suburban, normal. And on the side street we parked there were sculptures all down the central area. Lots of them. Benches, trees, bit of grass. And art. They simply love art here. Its everywhere. And understated. And very cool. Unlike the weather. Which if you’re reading this in London; is just like there, and if you’re reading this in Manchester, I hope you’re indoors wearing a life-vest with your boat ready outside the front door.

You generally get what you deserve in life.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx