pooling my resources

Oi....me head. A few beers were downed last night as the pool cues were taken out of their mothballs. Sponsored by corridor-land but vetted by O and myself to ensure that only the creme-de-la-creme were invited, we ended up as 6 hard-drinking, cue massaging pool sharks at a basement place in Lincoln street (complete with waitress from London!). Honour was left intact as I managed to keep tabs with R, who looks like he's played before. England v Israel ended at 3-3, so a rematch is in store. Note to myself: Never get in a car with O when she's had a couple of beers. Taxis sure don't hit 150 kmph when it's raining...

Meanwhile, over at Highbury Arsene is convinced Ashley wants to stay. Who cares? Maybe he's doing it for 'the record', just so that any eventual transfer will seem against his wishes. Me, I have no problem with the argument that everybody occasionally looks at other jobs (I've lost track at the number of interviews I've had on the sly while being employed at Corridor Inc.,), it's just that as a die-hard fan, once a player expresses a desire to move on and better himself, his place in my affections is gone. It will take some pretty good brown-nosing to get back into my good books...