I suspect this has more to do with all the cheese I was eating yesterday, but I had this bloody weird dream last night. Ken Bates was giving this lecture and all these Leeds fans were throwing cans of baked beans at him. Enya got up and started singing and calmed everyone down. Why I would be dreaming about Ken Bates and Leeds the lord alone knows (Enya often pops up in my dreams, the filthy whore), but it all seemed very OMJ to me. Sorry, internet access is shite where I am at the moment (my neighbour reckons it's because of the hills), so might have to dash in a minute. Been here (Florence) nearly three weeks now, still can't quite get out of holiday mode. Is the Amanda Knox/Perugia case getting much coverage over there? She's bonkers. Was in a bar the other night watching the football and this shit-faced Yank came up to me and started getting all flirty, looked just like the Knox girl. You go into any of these Irish-themed pubs and they're full of bladdered Americans.
Water polo and meeting deadlines.