PREMIERSHIP! WE ARE THE HAMMERS! WE ARE BLOWING BUBBLES IN THE TOP FLIGHT ( Read more... )

I think that my alcohol levels were subject to a complete battering, sadly, for I had two glasses of wine, a small rum and coke, and a can of lager (for this you may blame Charlie Weasley and Seamus, as getting me drunk seemed to be the highlight of my evening). Consequently, my apologies to all who had to listen to the barrage of terrace-based ( Read more... )

I dislike the closed season, where the threat of a football-less summer looms over us. I want to be down Upton Park, with the rest of the Hammers fans, screaming on Sherringham as he fires home a hat-trick, not having to watch my videos of seasons past. I'm aware that it is very sad to have videos of old West Ham games, but I do not apologise as I ( Read more... )

Upon waking up this morning I realised that when I had gone to bed, I had accidentally laid on a tube of yellow oil paint. The resulting mess looks rather interesting, and I am going to have to apply turpentine to my sheets and my body in order to remove the stains. There is a reason that I should never put paint on the bed; I tend to throw it on ( Read more... )