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It's on in the gym sometimes, albeit with the sound off. Looks like I'm missing out on the best part of it.

Don't know exactly when I first signed up, but I'm guessing around 2002 - just long enough into my first proper job, over in sunny/scummy Mainz, to need a serious loafing intervention...

Häppy Börsday!

The Lewisham gene pool looks a lot healthier this evening.

It may have been about 15 pages ago, but now it's like two blind, wheelchair-bound kids pretending they're on Gladiators by hitting each other with fluffy pillows in the back garden. Except nowhere near as entertaining to watch as that would be.

Srdačne čestitke!

Aye. We still got done by Russia and they were fucking shite the other night, so the logic really doesn't hold up...

Loving them. Or at least James Richardson's bits - how on earth doesn't he have a regular TV gig?

Lousy defending by the Germans. Innnnnteresting...

Oh aye, consider this a Catmag-style reminder, by the way. Parents are having a joint "60th birthday/40 years since we first met" party at a restaurant on Sunday night, and I'm sure my mere presence will suffice as a Father's Day gift.

...can fuck right off. As can anyone unoriginal or idiotic enough to need a High Street chain's marketing department to tell them what their dad likes.

Managed a whole 2½ hours on the sofa in the end. Fuck's sake.

Someone's nicked the biscuit!

Apparently "Czechoslovakia" are doing well today. ITV are such a pack of mongs.

I couldn't agree more.

It's the abortion of a football match you could expect with Rehhagel sending a team out tbh. Oh, I don't know. Turned out enjoyable enough Masochist? Rehhagel makes Allardyce looking like an advocate of attacking football. Really painful watching and even Gunter Netzer looked angry in the post match chat. Isn't that his natural state? I him though.

Embrace - Drawn From Memory An improbably enjoyable romp in the middle of a career of persistent mediocrity.

It failed on the "power" front. And the "nap" part was somewhat lacking, unfortunately. I'm now attempting to zonk myself out with a bottle of Leffe and a 40-page translation of accountants' job descriptions.

Bollix.

Marvellous. Learned a new fact and the day is only an hour old. G'night, by the way!

I have an impostor Is that how you even spell "impostor"? It looks... wrong.

It's not, but damn that's eerie, right down to the pattern of the receding hairline.

Fuck me, is it half-term already?

So he focused on neither? Cockend.