I am ill. I haven’t consulted a doctor, but after looking at this site, it looks like I almost certainly have bird flu. I also found a few feathers in my bed, although these may have come from a burst pillow as opposed to my rear.

I seem to get a cold avian flu during September/October every year. It’s annoying, and next year I will be planning on spending those contagious months inside a bubble.

My illness has also prevented me from attending both Nandos and the cinema this evening. I was annoyed but not nearly as pissed off as Mr. Watkins who was also forced to miss out due to my absence.

Finally, Leeds lost AGAIN this evening. Nothing really to say on the matter except, if the manager Kevin Blackwell is not sacked in the morning I may be making a trip up to Leeds to have a little chat with Blackie…

I’ll leave you with these lyrics from Coldplay. They sum up Mr. Blackwell perfectly.

When you try your best but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can’t sleep
Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can’t replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you