Been a while since I posted, but that's becasue there's not been much to say. Seems to be that end of January air of gloom that's been talked about in the papers. It's widely held to be the most depressing time of the year, what with the post-Christmas credit card bills hitting the mat, the weather being so gloomy, and it being ages until any hint of a holiday. Nothing exciting or comment-worthy happening in the news - if you've seen one stock market crash, you've seen them all.
Plus, work's quiet - apart from the incessant stream of leaving do's, which makes you start to wonder whether it's not time to start the process of planning your own.
Summer holiday's booked, but that's not 'til July so nothing to get excited about there - even if there was actually something to get excited about when you're going for a week to a villa so everyone can lie around doing nothing.
The return of King Kev has hardly been overwhelming, although I'm glad that he resisted the urge to go mad in the transfer window and restricted himself to binning Rozenhal, who added his name to the long list of supposedly classy defenders who crumbled at the Toon.
The good news, though, is that 44 is apparently the most depressing age. So, just when you think that last year was crap and this one's shaping up to be the same, comes the news that next year looks like being even worse. Bugger.
Will post again when there's something worth saying...
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