I don't recognise my life anymore. That's meant to be a good thing but it's fucking tiresome and the only reason I haven't taken it out on the pitch is cos getting benched would only make it worse.

Last week in Spain. We're in Granada for the day. Parched and hardscrabble, heat rising from the earth in visible waves. If you move slowly, it's not too bad ( Read more... )

Life is what happens while you're making plans, that saying's been on my mind for a while. There aren't many changes bigger than this, even if it was a couple of years in the making. Originally the idea was to stay closeted until the next World Cup, hoping we'd make the team again and have another win for England. Well, so much for that. If we're ( Read more... )

Met up with the rest of the team last week for a night out and finally saw for myself what you lot have been saying about Diagon Alley having a weird tinge around the edges these days. People going about their business with one eye on the exits, quiet mutterings in the background that stop abruptly when someone comes within earshot, it's all very ( Read more... )

This is one time I wished Jordan hadn't stopped nosing around where he wasn't wanted ( Read more... )

It's going to be announced tomorrow afternoon but I might as well get a jump before the vultures descend - I've resigned from Gingerbread. I'm guilty of nothing but lending my good name to a worthy cause and maybe being a bit too soft on old friends, and I'm leaving because Gingerbread will need a fresh start after this debacle. I wish them all the ( Read more... )

I can't remember the last time Gingerbread was so busy, and though it's mostly a sorry thing for children to lose their parents, at least the ones we're taking in won't suffer at the hands of people who don't love them enough to make allowances for the strange things that happen to magical children during their developmental years. Milly deserves ( Read more... )

I shouldn't say anything about the scrap following the match but then I've never set much store in what I'm supposed to do over what I bloody well feel like doing. Anyway it's no secret that Potter is nothing but an imbecile amateur with a chip on his shoulder that could sink the Eurasian continent and drag Africa, Oceania, and the Americas down ( Read more... )

Bit of trouble at Gingerbread today. One of the elderly residents had something like an attack of conscience and confessed to having testified falsely against Tristan Greengrass, imprisoned in Azkaban these last five years. Thorough examination by a staff mediwizard found nothing wrong with the witch, though apparently she's complained of ( Read more... )

If it takes a nasty sex scandal to keep the cretins amused then maybe I've been wrong in saying that Bletchley doesn't deserve a place among my former housemates. Every group has to have its bottom-feeders after all ( Read more... )