  Guess who's printed off about 90 Orders Of Service, byatch! So fucking tiring and mindnumbingly dull, because my printer is having issues and I didn't trust it to print a big pile of card without jamming our destroying the paper, so I handfed the paper to it. Though, I did get to watch Minority Report again while doing it, so no problems there, except of course, the last two minutes. Speilberg is getting a problem with how to finish a film - see A.I. which could have finished half an hour earlier without all those alien/robots who can resurrect his mummy for one day (which pisses me off even more when they cut out a whole sub-story with Daveigh Chase as a robot girl to fit in that garbage). Minority Report rules right until the bad guy dies (The power of Christ compels me not to say who the bad guy is, in case you haven't watched it) and then you have the bullshit happy ending, with Cruise and his pregnant wife and Samantha Morton living in a cottage full of books and sweaters.
It could still have been redeemed with one line right at the end - "last year, there where over a hundred murders" - which would have added to the whole ambiguity of the story. Anyway, the wedding is coming along nicely now - just have to sort out the ushers and best man's plans for Saturday morning and write a speech. = One month away from being an uncle now. My neice is still kicking and punching Jo's stomach to the point that you can make out body parts. Yesterday she made a move and I could make the outline of the individual fingers of her fist! Ew. = England not shit! Look like the diamond formation is dead. Nice to know that Heskey, in about 50 caps, has scored the same number of goals as Wayne Rooney and less than Darius Vassell. Also learnt on Saturday night, watching The Greatest England XI on Channel 4, that Phil Neal, who played at right back, has scored the same number of goals as Emile, in about the same number of caps.
The greatest England team, as voted by the same people who think Diana is one of the Greatest Britons and The Vicar Of Dibley is one of the Greatest British Sitcoms: GK: Banks LB: Pearce CB: Moore CB: Adams RB: Cohen LM: Finney CM: Charlton CM: Gascoigne RM: Beckham (with 43% of the vote, 1% more than Stanley Matthews) CF: Lineker CF: Shearer The right-back was the hardest, mainly because we've never had an outstanding player in that position. Gary Neville made the top 3 shortlist, for fuck's sake! And back to the real world, Leeds are making their first steps into the transfer market.
We may have three signings by the end of the week: *Jermaine Wright, Ipswich. (Bosman) *Steven McPhee, Port Vale, (Bos. Tribunal) 27 goals last year and, er... *DEANO!, West Ham (Bosman) Also on the Bosman, we might be getting the calming influence of Danny Tiatto, Barry Hayles, Julian Joachim and Paul Butler. Who is a defender. From Wolves. As for leaving Leeds in the near future, Dom Matteo may be off to Fulham or Man City. And finally, Fat Marco might be going. To Juventus. To replace David Trezeguet. Mark Viduka to go to Juventus to replace Trezeguet. It's apparently between Marco and Christian Vieri! I know which lazy, but sometimes brilliant part-Australian striker I'd go for out of the two. 
