George Clinton and the P-Funk All Stars.

Another Jose Antonio ?

The new season grows ever closer and my mind is starting to wonder how will my beloved Arsenal fair over the 9 months it takes for the English Premiership to run its course?

As per usual i am hopeful and i urge myself to believe we will lay down a genuine challenge for the trophy, but i live with this terrible fear that once again the strength and consistency the Arsenal were always renowned for, will be absent for a third season in a row.

I know Arsene Wenger is a man with a rare and indeed at times beyond human craftiness for spotting talent.

Each year there are but a few if any signings for a Gooner to get animated about, but this year Arsene has spent more than his usual limit on a 24 year old Croat/Brazilian called Eduardo da Silva. He seems to be The Quintessential Goal Mouth Poacher in the style of an Ian Wright with an uncanny ability to be in the right place at the right time.

Will he be the goal scorer that Arsenal so badly need? Someone that put the ball in the net with close to a goal a game average, someone that can survive the grueling months of a football season injury free with a fervour for success and a dedication to the fans who dedicate themselves to the Arsenal cause.

Or will he be another Jose Antonio ?

It's good to rant

As I make my way across this great blogosphere, I notice that most personal blogs seem to be great rants against the state of this modern world and our frustrating lives that are sometimes unfulfilled.

This is a good thing, it's like an exhaust vent for all our rage, a cathartic process that expels all the bile, but it surprises me when I come across a blog by someone I know and the web personality that they portray is completely at odds with the person you know.

That leaves me wondering, which is the real them? And should I be sleeping with an axe in my bed in case they come after me (because they're all psychopaths under that sheen of normalcy). All that anger isn't healthy, and no amount of writing about it on the web will assuage that raging beast that resides within their minds. Only the spilling of blood will suffice, I reckon.

Disappointment is a dish best not served at all

W#nk, sh@t, twat, arse biscuit, p#ss flaps, meat curtains . . . . . . .

My mate Con - we're going to see George Clinton on July 4.

Me - great, thanks, see you there.

Work - can you do a shift on Thursday evening, July 5?

Me - no probs, I have nothing on.

Con - whoops, I gave you wrong date, it's July 5.

Me - w#nk, sh@t, twat, arse, p*ss flaps, meat curtains ....... No Ampfiddler or P-Funk All Stars for me

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