Thick and fast ...

Well according to Sky the football season hasn't started yet, and already we go into the fizzy pop cup wishing that a cup run was on the cards. We had our best run two seasons ago and the end result was Uncle Les' demise. So I'm sure Pards has one eye on saturday. He'll say all the right things, but an away trip to the Arse or UManU may bring in a few sheckles.

Anyway it's Yeovil tonight. The giant killers. It's one of them games. We've seen it all before. We had Stockport last season turn up and play like Real Madrid. It'll be the same tonight. Extra time maybe ... penalties maybe. I've got beans on toast planed for 10:30 so lets hope not.

There aren't many players that Pards could change the team for. Maybe Josh Wright in the midfield, maybe Dickson in for Varns or Basey and Bouazza out on the wings. Anyway it's Pards decision. I just turn up and moan .... ;)

It rained last night. Rained like it hadn't rained in years. It had been saving it all up to chuck it down in one full August night. It's getting wetter and wetter come August. It's Carnival in a few weeks so you know those wellies and poncho are gonna come in handy. God Times on a Sunday always works for me. In the rain or not ...

I went on You Tube yesterday and watched a few Bernie Mac routines. I had forgotten how funny he actually was.

My tune of the day: All night man - Loose Change