  *I won my first E-bay auction this week, so I spent most of Saturday playing with my new Audi TT Cou... er, sorry, Everybody's Golf for the PlayStation. The game is bollocks hard to find, but I picked it up for £12. Bargain. TFMrs A-Mol was sceptical at first, but by Sunday evening, she was working on the best way to grip the shaft. *On Sunday, Wragg, Inno, Inno's Sis and I went to O** Tr*****d to watch England vs Denmark. Twas the first international match I had ever been to, which was cool. I dutifully went and bought an England kit (never had one before, but I do I have Eire and Holland shirts) ready for the occasion. I never had a problem before with the SGE policy of about 9 substitutions in a game because I always thought it a good way to try out new players.
However, after Rooney's shot against the post in the 55 minute, the game became very mundane due to the changes. I bet the other countries entering Euro 2004 are shitting themselves at the prospect of a midfield of P.Neville, Scott Parker, Jenas and Murphy. Phil Neville is a fucking embarrasment, I have no idea who first told Ashley Cole he was a defender, Glen Johnson needs a good couple of years in the U21's before thinking of first team action again and we are already reliant on an 18 year old to win us games.
On the plus side, Joe Cole ruled. *Strange going ons in Cleckheaton. Paranormal forces are gathering, strange portents are being reported. A haunted house in Marsh Street? It may be time for an investigation... *Though Les is pimping me as a gym whore, it must be said that I have slipped.
There was a week last month when I was off work that I went gym crazy, managing 2-3 hours a day, but alas, it has dropped off again. I need to get back into action. Besides, I never did shit like the treadmill, as I cannot bear doing the same thing for more than 5 minutes. I'm more Mister 10 Reps, just moving from machine to machine. 
