Sunday, Oct. 04, 2009 - 22:15

Disappointed, again, in a weekend where I didn't get much done. TV, xbox, pissing about online, eating, drinking, sleeping, wanking.. all of these are far better ways to spend time than typing up an audit that you did, or looking for houses nearer work that'd precipitate a change of attitude and life balance which would no longer make such a dull-arse weekend existance necessary in order to get through the week.

Chelsea got a 2-0 win over Liverpool today, swelled as the scoreline was by a late second goal (and by Benayoun missing an open goal in injury time). Looks like last weekend's loss was just a blip for Ancelotti's men, though they've not looked all that impressive in many of their wins.

This lunchtime, saw a repeat of an earlier episode of 'Farmer Wants A Wife', which was entertaining enough. The bloke seemed like a nice lad, and the two women he picked certainly had some potential (though admittedly, one was a bit of a nightmare). Shame that they had to call off a relationship that might later come to fruition, 'cause the farmer's father was taken ill.

Arsenal were impressive in how they played against Blackburn this afternoon. Though they did go 1-0 and 2-1 behind in the first half, they had much the better of the final hour of the game, and ended up 6-2 victors. There are a few goals in the Premiership this year!

Watching 'Country Tracks' this morning, I enjoyed the presence of Ellie Harrison as she fooled about on the South Downs with bats, windmills and racing cars. I might add her to my mental list of television stars who I find attractive (which I'm sure she'll be highly thrilled about!), plus she seems like an intelligent sciencey woman too in the ilk of Dr Alice Roberts.

After relatively few draws (was it four in sixty-ish games?) in the top division before this weekend, there were two in this afternoons 3 p.m. kickoffs. Stoke will be very pleased with a 1-1 draw at Goodison Park, where Everton had the best of the second half. Likewise, West ham will be relieved at a late equaliser against Fulham, who'd been reduced to ten men before half time. It ended 2-2 at Upton Park - leaving Fulham fifteenth, and West Ham second from bottom.

I was thinking earlier on about what dictates how much noise someone makes (vocally, I mean) during sex. Surely it must be more than something as simple as how introverted/extroverted someone is - you might imagine that loud boistrous people would be noisier in the sack than introverted librarian types. I suppose in reference to myself, I'm not particularly vocal when lovemaking, whereas my friends would possibly (less so these days, perhaps) describe me as being quite extroverted.

I think the key to this argument in my case derives from something I realised a few days back, when (ahem!) having a wank. Despite the fact I was alone in my house, with little chance of neighbours hearing, I was still rather restrained and quiet vocally at orgasm. This is probably due to time in the parental home and/or shared houses where you had to wank without being detected, so to speak? I suppose I've known women of many types and many different levels of expressiveness in the bedroom, so to speak. There's probably no obvious correlation.

I popped out earlier to get some dinner. I didn't get 'owt pudding-ish in nature, however, which is a bit daft. I've even ran out of milk, hence cereal is off the menu too. ARSE!

Bugger. The spray nozzle on the bottle I use to moisten my shirts before ironing is bost. I'll have to buy a new one, or (like last time) steal one from work. My iron it's self has a little spray function, but.. it's not the same.

I've been alone with you inside your flat. I've sniffed your knickers, worn your slippers, I've licked your hat. I sometimes take a dump outside your door. Hello? It's me the cops are looking for!