Ka-ka-racking it

Oh my, what a lovely day it is, but I am stuck inside listening to the sick-to-the-stomach-show that is the mighty 'ding's fight to stave off relegation. At the mo, we're doing everything in our power (winning 2-0) to stay up, but we're totally reliant on Fulham NOT winning. Argggg. At the moment it's 0-0 so it's real nerve-wrangling stuff.

Onto other news, though: got dumped by Rocksalt, which is actually a bit of a blessed relief, as was having some mental difficulties coping with the 2-man situation! Plus, although Rocksalt treated me exceedingly well, I think it is fair to say we didn't share a whole lot in common.

Also, have successfully managed to book Cambridge Folk Festival tickets without about six hours of pressing redial - yeh! Which gives me - and Choc Chip, Romba, Schwesty, Troy, Mr and Mrs Pedro + others - a long weekend to look forward to, of Perry-drinking and great music.

Now it all hangs on the 'ding to make or break this day. It's now 3-0!! But that barely matters now. Come of Pompey!!! Come on Bulmershe boy Ashdown (in goal for Pompey)!!

FUCK YOU POMPEY!! FULHAM NOW WINNING. WE NOW NEED TO SCORE A MERE FOUR GOALS TO SURVIVE. I SHALL START MENTALLY PREPARING FOR THE CHAMPIONSHIP NOW.

Ahhhhh