Ever have one of those nights and you’re all like, I’m fine, I’m fine… THEN BANG. You’ve had three beers, you’re off your face flying out transatlantic e-mails, texting the world on a night that culminates in you laughing your backside off at a bin with an automated lid?
I have all the regret this morning. You know what gets me? Where is the reciprocation in life? I put my pride and self esteem on the line almost every time I get drunk. Where’s the payback? Where’s the embarrassing stuff coming the other way?
I hate the world.
You know another thing I hate? The fact that I told you guys not to block adverts. Then I thought about it. Every damn week someone is complaining that the ads running through my site are terrible and they interfere like a 1am Pedro Whatsapp.
Then I thought, you know what. It’s not worth it. If the only way media agencies can connect with my audience is by disrupting the reason they came to my site. Well, I can’t have it. So, for the time being, I’ve binned adverts. The gift to you is easy viewing. The curse to me is that servers are expensive to run.
I was considering migrating the site over to Medium. Not sure if that’s a bit extreme.
Anyway, I’m living in Clapton this week. Which is fun. It’s like living out of London. But the people are way cool. If your bread ain’t sourdough, get the fuck out of here and bugger off back to Shoreditch or some other place that’s lost its soul. New wave Hipsterism is here and I’m basking in its rays like an overweight scouser on their first trip to Spain.
Arsenal. Yes, that’s what you came for!
Jose Mourinho has been bitching in the media again about Arsene Wenger. You can’t deny the veracity of his points. Arsene Wenger isn’t really under pressure. He’s the only manager in the league who has a lifetime pass and keys to the club. I don’t really get why Mourinho cares. It’s not like he’s getting the sack anytime soon. His attack on Wenger bitching about refs is a bit unfair, Wenger doesn’t really go hard on anyone in the press conferences. It’s generally a pretty boring affair.
… but he raises a decent point. If there was genuine pressure to succeed, I highly doubt you’d see a summer like the one that just passed. Still, it is what it is.
We have title challenging Leicester City today. The only unbeaten club. I used to live in Leicester. If you’ve read this long enough, you’ll know I was a cardboard box factory worker until I was a marketing wanker. I used to stay just outside the King Stadium, back when it was Walkers. So I have fond memories of the place. A very pleasant area.
Today though, it’s serious. Leicester sacked Pearson after he took umbrage that the club sacked his son for making racist porn videos in Thailand on a Thai owners home tour. They brought in Claudio Ranieri. An experienced, quite average European coach. He’s doing well. That is unlikely to last. But he’s having a crack. He’s brought some players in from the shade. Made some smart additions. And I’m pretty sure the super talented Mahrez is the top scorer in the league.
This game has ‘a little bit jaded’ written all over it. We need to be at the races. We need to take the team seriously. We need three points. A draw isn’t good enough based on what’s gone before.
Team news, well, we’ve no Gabriel. He was hit with a 1 game ban and fined £10k for disputing a stupid sending off. Makes sense.
We still have no Coquelin, which is a worry considering both our plus 30 CM played in midweek. Tired legs mean something at that age.
If we can’t beat Leicester with one player out, we’re not worthy of much this season.
Big game. Will be watching it around Stoke Newington, but not in the Yucatan after they gentribombed it. One of the best pub in London to watch Arsenal away games. Total shocker. When you’re full because of football, and your manager decides you’d rather attract the clean cut crowd. Well, it’s infuriating.
‘Oh look at me with my young children and clean cut lifestyle. Aren’t I impressive reading my paper with my partner in total silence. Look at my tomato juice. I’m clean cut after trying a cigarette a few years ago. Glad those heady days have passed.’
Fuck off. Get a beer in you total joke. Shout at the bar manager until he throws the Gooners on.
Right. HAVE A GOOD DAY.x