Dude, where's my card?

Sainsbury, home, Sainsbury again, home again

We went up to get the shopping, we got the shopping, we had the shopping bagged and in the trolley. So far, so good. Even had the Nectar card. Just not the bank card to pay for it.

They were very nice, slick, organised. As DLL said, we can't've been the first, or even unusual.

So we went home and collected the card.

Then we went back to collect the shopping. Then we went home again, with the shopping.

Arsenal 3 v 1 Stoke

Obviously, during any given game, words can't express my loathing for our opponents, their scabby manager, and their evolutionarily challenged fans. Normally, that evaporates between matches. Not Stoke though, for this reason:

Shawcross smashed Aaron Ramsey's leg into pieces with a nasty, spiteful challenge. Then, when Ramsey refused to shake hands and say “never mind mate”, Shawcross had a teary tantrum, with the full backing of the odious talking baseball hat that was Tony Pubis.

Now, their fans give Ramsey a right going over for not shaking hands and saying “that's okay”. How many of them would sustain that sort of damage then forgive the perpatrator, even if it were truly accidental?

So it was surprising that the commentators didn't mention that his opening goal was right in front of their scabby, Neanderthal, educationally sub-normal fans.

I'm not a football snob or connoisseur, I'm happily banging this out with one eye on Brentford v Orient, but I'd draw the line at paying to watch Shawcross and Huth hoof the ball up the other end and Rory Delap fire in a succession of long throws. I can get that at any park up and down the country on a Sunday morning.

Rainbow laces

Arse2Mouse put it this way: if you have any problems with it, we're not going to be football friends.

Roast dinner

The meat eaters had faggots, the vegetarians has sausage toad. Potatoes, parsnips, creamed spinach, carrots, broccoli, mashed swede, spring greens, and sprouts. Two different gravies. First roast of the autumn.

Bit of a cock-up with BLISS' sausage toad (MM failed to remind me to take it out of the oven, and the second half had started).

Citeh v Manscum

Heh. The S***s win was the only blot of the Sunday landscape.