The bastard who kidnapped my Arsenal mug yesterday (or sometime before yesterday) obviously had second thoughts...there it was this morning, full of cold coffee and coated with something rather slimy, and sitting rather forlornly in the corridor kitchen sink. Our mutual glee at being reunited was rather shortlived, as I had to perform a lengthy decontamination process that involved lots of squelching and rubbing, but eventually all was well. The mug is once again sitting proudly on my desk.

Steer clear, bastard, steer clear...

...the thieving bastard who stole my Arsenal mug.

For over 4 years it stood proudly on my desk, turning itself into a crockery legend. Despite the attentions of former corridor Manure-ites G and R and despite lengthy holidays abroad, it survived all that was thrown at it. And I'm pretty sure that when I wasn't around, there were things thrown at it, eh G?

And this ain't no ordinary mug. This mug has the old, traditional Arsenal crest, something that you just can't buy these days and was actually purchased in the Arsenal souvenir shop at Highbury.

Feckin' bastard.