Random late night update

Well Grand Slam Sunday turned out to be utterly dreadful for the Gunners. Five games ago they were five points clear at the top. But they've only taken 4 points since then, which is relegation form. Thank God they've already surpassed the 40-point barrier for survival in the Premiership.


I quickly want to mention the commenting feature on this blog. I'm aware that for some stupid reason you had to have a Google ID in order to comment, but I think that has been sorted now. So, um, yeah, comment (please!)

A week from now I'm sure I'll be pretty nervous/annoyed/down about that fact that I'll be starting work on Monday morning. I have seven days of freedom left, in which I have time to make something happen - a lottery win maybe, or maybe I can mastermind an incredible robbery. I was thinking earlier about a conversation from last night, where someone had read that 'professional' beggars who bum around in the City bring home 180 quid a day (did I remember that figure right?)... anyway, I ended up thinking about it for rather too long and was actually on the cusp of considering giving it a go! Now that is one of my most desperate ideas in these last eight months, though writing about it now I'm getting kind of excited about it again! Yeah I know what you're thinking, this blog is weird.

And so ends the thirty-sixth week of me dossing around doing nothing. I hadn't thought of the time before in terms of weeks, and that really is a disgracefully long time. 40% of that time I've probably been in bed, 50% spent gawping at a computer screen, 9% drinking, and 1% speaking on the phone to truly inept recruitment agents (and that was 1% too much). There is perhaps a page left of the 'Unemployed' chapter in my life. How interesting can I make it?

This week, we shall see.