We've got Ledley at the back.

Went back to Worcester to see my Mum and Dad this weekend because it was Mother’s Day. They left the house early on Sunday morning on holiday to Florida. Because my Mum is almost as big a nerd as me she’s already found email access in the backwater towns of Florida and told me they are on their way to New Orleans via email. I expect her to locate a computer with MSN messenger pre-installed in an area yet to be rebuilt since hurricane Katrina before the week is out.

The past few nights I have been working tirelessly in my spare time on the Youves artwork. I’ve really bitten off more than I can chew and was up till the early hours finishing off the inlay last night. I’ll have to finish it off tonight as I’m on deadline, this time tomorrow I could be in a pro plus induced delirium and dribbling over my office desk.

This is how the inside looks.

Tottenham’s victory over Chelsea this week was a delight, I sweated out the last 20 minutes as we clung on - the heat of the laptop against my thighs (that’s not supposed to sound sexy) didn’t help. We played so well I only shouted “fuck” at the screen a couple of times, I don’t think I even pulled out the ‘C-word’, however I do tend to filter my language as often as possible in my parent’s residence – I am still embarrassed by the barrage of expletives I unloaded in an act of road rage when I last drove the folks.

I got a 1950s haircut and I think it looks alright.