shite-keeping
Things to do other than grieving like a rotten tomato:
1) Told a funny joke to my flatmate in the kitchen. (Since this recent event, I came to know more about her: she's incredibly calm and rational, helps me with my physical and emotional problems, and her ultimate plan is to accomplish great things in TWN's interior/industrial design industry.)
2) Began to take notes again in my Tin Tin schedule book.
3) For last night's match we went to a pub in Paddington to see Chelsea thrash Barcelona, not quite. The gist: after that lame ref. sent off Del Horno (messy Messi's theatrical fall), minutes later we're one nil ahead (not sure if it's the Spaniard goalkeeper's big fat arse or Motta's that helped Chelsea). Then Terry's blockhead kindly repaid their generosity, great. Anyways, the result is there... though I'm a Chelski fan I still like to watch Mr Horse gallop on the fields.
4) It's ridiculous, I've started to take anything anyone says as a motto to life. For instance, the other day I was standing behind a long queue in the post office, then this lady behind me uttered, 'Oh well, it's the joy of standing in queues'. Moral of story: we have to look on the positive side of things even when the going gets bad. Bear with me, I will return to my cynic, self-mockery style very soon.
Chicken and mushroom pie
Mourinho: not pleased