  *Ah, the blessed return of an old friend. I like football again! Leeds vs Chelsea was great, the kind of match that I always used to love back in the days before European qualification and stupid transfers - Leeds as the determined, spirited underdogs. Yeah, it was backs against the wall for 70 minutes or so, but it was fantastic, with Matteo, Radebe and Duberry (no, really) playing great. And of course, Pennant's goal - what a beauty. Nicked the ball off Makalele, swivelled past three players and just lifted it nicely over keeper.
I was kind of pissed off, thinking it was one of the goals of the season, only to find that Robbie Keane, Scott Parker and Diego F'n Forlan have scored better ones this weekend. Still, it was fun to see the paupers score a goal of quality while the millionaires score the scrappy one. Chelsea did look pretty good, but Mutu and Makalele didn't perform as well as they have been. And Damien Duff makes Christiano Ronaldo look like a honest, tough-as-nails player who rides challenges and would only go down if seriously injured. *My thoughts on being twenty five - ur...., em...., I, no wait,...., erm, I have a good wrestling game now. Wait, I had Def Jam Vendetta at 24.
Erm.... *Really did fuck all this weekend. Ali's family came up to go shopping for wedding dresses and 'favours'. (Companies make shit loads out of this. Get a packet of sweets, put half the packet in a 'wedding' package, call them 'favours' and sell them for three times the original price. Wankers). FYI, you lucky best men and ushers out there, the colour scheme at the mo is going to be purple/blue.
I've got some Xmas shopping done, which is great. I also bought new jeans (see, really struggling to tell you about this weekend), which are the kind of jeans that say "They may look dirty, like I've been skidding knee-first in a builders yard, but I actually paid money for trousers that look like this". *We have booked a Ceilidh band for the wedding. This will involve YOU (well, if you are invited), dancing. But don't worry about looking like a twat -every looks like a twat at a Ceilidh. Basically, the dances involve groups of drunken people and complicated dance moves that get explained for about 30 seconds before the music starts.
Then, it's five minutes of people looking confused, colliding into each other and going "Hang on, we've fucked up" to the strains of Irish music. It's a good laugh, and if nothing else, you will see the majesty of the greatest intsrument ever devised - the electric violin. *I have to echo Dan's sentiments about Old School. Yeah, it's funny, but it seems like the kind of film that has an great basis, but no real idea about where it wants to go with it. As I am bored and waiting for a laser to come in, (a laser I spent 4 days trying to align before the suppliers said "Oh, it's probably fucked"), you lucky, lucky people may get a Hulk review. I was going to do a Charlie's Angels 2 one, because of it's sheer shitiness, but I've completely forgotten the film.
So, it's forgettable shit, unlike certain films (*cough*Jolie*cough*IndyJonesripoff*cough*) which are still insulting my intelligence two years after watching it. *I want people just to get this nice image as they read on. At this very moment, copious amounts of naval man fat may be being sprayed across the bonnet of a new Audi TT. *I nearly had a case for the A-MOL Files last night. During the middle of the night, I woke up to a noise that sounded like a wailing woman trying to bang a door down. In my true sceptical nature, I jumped out of bed, turned on the light and screamed "What the fuck!".
Turned out to be the water pipes, which is a good thing, because I doubt my neighbours and Dewsbury were ready for the sight of me running away in naked terror. *My nude, hairy body and Inno wanking in two paragraphs. Lovely. 
