I Before E, Except When It's Me.

So, in the words of William Wallace... FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM. Up until the last exam, I was feeling confident about the exams. But feeling as how badly I did that exam, makes me feel like the others weren't altogether that brilliant either. Ah well. What's done is done. Oh, I said I was stopping. I meant for exams.

I think I'm going soft. Usually my top 5 songs have some kind of violence to the title. But at the moment, they are Crazy in Love (Eminem), Beautiful (Eminem) and My Darling (Eminem). Ignoring the fact they're all Eminem, so not really gonna be soft songs, it's still odd. I feel that I must listen to the sounds of a man being mauled to death by a tiger. Or a lion. I'm not fussed.

I was set to start writing my book yesterday. Until I was reminded that I need at least a basic storyline (even if I do play by ear). And a character list. Which I don't have. I would have started today, but as I've said before, Elche don't get into Europe themselves. Speaking of Elche, I'm going on holiday in two weeks. To where? I have no idea (well, southern Spain, just not booked yet). Last minute Charlies? You bet.


It's hard work being a Bolton fan. There's no such thing as a grey area. You're a clueless tosser (or boo boy, as it were) or you're a rose tinter. I'm the latter, because I don't see 13th as complete and utter failure. We're also apparently bidding-on-but-not-bidding-on-although-we-have-our-scouts-watching Miguel Veloso, who is rated at £10.2m until Arsenal and City are interested-but-not-actually-interested. Then the price is £20m. Good on Megson for acting like he's not bothered and will just to go for other targets. I'm not acting though. I'm past caring. If we get him, bully for us, if not, bully for Lisbon. I'd rather we went for a proven Premiership midfielder in all honesty. Then again, I play safe. We've signed Sean Davis, though, meaning we now have three Davies', making commentators jobs much easier. No doubt they'll find a way to balls it up. Idiots.


Anyway, I have 3 months to relax and do fuck all. Life is slightly sweeter than before.

They Call Him Rutman... bringing you FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM since 2009.