Sunday, Sept. 27, 2009 - 21:56

I tidied the fuck up in my flat today, but at the same time it wasn't as domestic a weekend as I'd hoped it would be. I think the fact I'd had plans for yesterday but they'd been stymied.. well I didn't have much get-up-and-go today.

I finished the Peter Robinson book I was reading earlier in the week, and very good it was too. Well written and meaty and entertaining and contemporary. I'm going to look out for others of his - he seems to be the sort of person who you can pick up the odd novel of quite cheaply in bargain bookshops and supermarkets, so worth keeping an eye out.

The cold has not been as bad today, though I have been headachey in places. This is only partly due to having stayed in and watched too much TV today. I don't think I've had enough caffeine either.. which reminds me, I've a cup of cold coffee across the room that I've forgotten to drink.

In the Champions Trophy, England belied their one-day form from the latter half of the Ashes summer (where they lost 6-1 to the Aussies) by winning their opened against Sri Lanka in the week. Today they played the South African hosts and racked up a highly impressive 323/8 when batting. Graeme Smith offered substantial resistance (141), but in the end the Proteas fell short because too few of his partners managed decent scores - it ended with SA 301/9 and England winning by 22 runs. I think that means they're through to the semi-finals.

Another goal-filled game in the top division today, as Sunderland went two up just after half time through a second dubious penalty. Wolves scrambled a couple of quick untidy goals to equalise, but then The Black Cats managed to get three more in the remaining half hour or so, to put an unfair look to the score. It ended 5-2.

LISTENING TO:- This morning I put on the new 2CD 'best of' Led Zeppelin CD that I bought a couple o'weeks back. It was OK - I think I wasn't quite in the mood, and two hours of the same artist doesn't always work. Still, plenty worthwhile.

Am reading 'Diary of a Nobody', from that batch of ten Penguin Classics I bought. It's been amusing so far, entertaining enough for sure. I can objectively see why it is held in high regard, even though subjectively it's not struck me as particularly amazing. Not my usual 'kind' of novel, perhaps.