Operation Relegation

We came, we saw we conquered ... NOT!!!

Oh well, Seven years in the promised land, is all Martin Luther King could have wished. But we went out with a wimper, and what a wimper at that. One leave victory away from home since October 2005. That's relegaion for you. I'm not sure why we should suddenly turn it all around in the Championship, it's either the Birmingham way or the highway.

Southport is once again on us. Even Tim has been a little lethargic with his enjoyment of the upcoming event. Maybe Leeds have finally got to him?

It's grim up North. Matter of fact. Tash had her passport holder niked last weekend, and Debbie a lippy. Straight from their bags. I told her top wear a bum bag, she didn't heed my advice.

A nice afternoon was spent on Sunday at the Non Boat Party, After Party. Don't ask.

Somehow I ended up in Ikea Edmonton on Sunday morning. It's oooooh so different from Lakeside. It's what, 10 miles away and it's a whole world apart.

My tune of the day: Vogue - Madonna