'Who will help me carry him?'

Prior to the F.A Cup final there was a piece on Avram Grant revisiting Tel Aviv; the pain, laughter with friends, his colourful tv reality show wife..life is a gamut of emotions..all in the same breath. Is he a jinx; every time when close to winning a trophy he 'stuffs up'.

After the match went to Putney and met Dodge in Citizen Smith..shouldn't that be in Tooting? Power to the people, the tank going past the old Mitre. Good Samuel Adams range incl their stout. Julian, Hazey Fantazey and Justin joined us; went to the Coat and Badge, Jolly Gardener and late closing Spotted Horse. The ubiquitous kebab/ burger followed ; the vendor winced at the drunken gibberish coming out of some punter. Stayed at Jul's; me and Haze were the last ones up till 3.30am with a colander on the head and Latvian whisky on the go.

By midday on the Sunday we were in the Ship near Wandsworth Bridge for early lunch. On the way saw a car from 1937; i'm sure the Batmobile was based on this. Anyhows the mushroom in the double burger was lufferly. It was a post monged out session with Sunday papers. Next was the Alma; our Jenga defied gravity. It was a champagne Sunday while it rained; England got their first cricket trophy by resoundingly beating Aus. Teri joined us briefly. Out in Wandsworth Town till 9.30 then i went to the hotel; it was slightly weird on my own having been with the others since Sat night. Dodge said to enjoy it with some cans so there i was with 4 Music, 4 cans beer, 1 can Lucozade and coffee. He had earlier said to a Dutch barmaid 'Do you live in a windmill?'. I like windmills. People had been arguing in reception earlier; Travelodge or Chavlodge? The tunes i digged from the night were Ellie Goulding's 'Starry Eyed', Example- Kickstarts, Edward Maya- Stereo Love and Owl City- Fireflies. They say you're getting old if you only like the old songs; well i love the new, contemporary songs too. Made it to about 3.15am.

Well i didn't die in the hotel like say Michael Hutchence. Sometimes i feel i'll breakdown. Die by the sword. I'll take each day as it comes. I was awoken at 8.40am Mon morning and went into Lloyds on call. After 7pm and a day of caffeine and no solids i had an hours walk.

Tues went to the Marriott in Bexleyheath. Met up with Paul Morris; Gay Pat and Rudolph playing silly buggers..could've got three strands together. The manager's special was Becks at £2.99. Didn't stay over this time; i like hotels though. On Facebook Richie had a photo holding up bowling balls; 'big Michael Schumachers' i said. Enjoyed the Heaven 17 documentary.

Thurs worked at Clicks, Farringdon. The song that got me through the shift was B.o.B's 'Nothing on You' with its harmonies i like singing..
'beautiful girls all over the world
i could be chasing but my time would be wasted
cos they got nothing on you
nothing on you'.
Angels, carry me away. Finished work at 6.30pm having again not eaten. Walked to Camden. I wasn't the best at work but i kept at it which the top brass liked. Love Helen for the rest of my days. OMD's Souvenir makes me cry every time 'my feelings still remain'. The lyrics to Michael Bolton's 'How am i supposed to live without you' resonate. Went up Goods Way, Kings Cross. Chilled downtime at Inspiralled; i remember coming here before going to the party of last year in Cable St Limehouse.
Ppl drinking outside Roundhouse ahead of the Chemical Brothers in a louche, credit crunched way..i drank from Belgo and Mama Cass from Bartok. Was hoping Cyclone Laila would turn up; massive fail.

Enjoyed the sun today (Fri), roll on tomorrow..well used the roll on today also. Do the barbies; first of many. Tomorrow is the day of two finals and more sun; it's even going to be 24c in Aberdeen. An Inter Cardiff double i'm predicting. A Fri night indoors; liked it..how about Tim Simenon and Mick Jones with Gorillaz doing two songs on Wossy? The wrestling was insane; everyone got him..Russ Noble, Gary Lineker and..as soon as Clint Eastwood finished Damon Albarn ran and jumped onto him! I feel like greco wrestling now. A club night in Stokie Newington Sat promises the fuckest uppest music; well when you put it like that..