Urgh.

Good Morning, I am up very early. I seem to have this terrible pain in my head, limbs and torso. My mouth feels like and old damp sock that has been dragged across a carpet in a house full hairy dogs and small chidren.
I- say! What the hell is Maura Durran wearing on TV3(whispered)? It looks like she vomited up a sheet of tape worms onto her chest. Vile.
Anyway...
Arsenal beat Real Madrid last night in the Bernabeu. There was much celebrating. I am not an Arsenal fan per se, but I do watch them more regularly than other teams due to some of my friends being Arsenal supporters. But I like soccer and I like good matches. And last night was a hella good match.
T'was amazing, Reyes almost opened the account in the first few minutes. Henry-lazy throughout the game scored after a magnifique run and a low shot. Fabregas was a god, albeit a skilled youthful one. His passes were deft and preternaturally accurate. David Beckham and Ronaldo both looked frustrated and unusually berefit of ideas. Lehmann was in top form.
Today will be a gentle one. Tomorrow I am off to Valencia to visit a friend of mine, and-as she has just had liposuction done, and probably looks amazing- I don't want to arrive there looking like the proverbial dog's dinner.