fat charlie the archangel
So this weekend, at home to Millwall, 1-0 down, no sign of an equaliser, Dad had gone 5 minutes early (I think it's his favourite part of the day, seeing how quickly he can get out the car park...), and I thought f**k it, call it a day and get home nice and early to make dinner for Ms Love et sister. So it came to pass that I was at Selhurst station and waiting for the 17.01 to Victoria, when Ben Watson headed in the 93th minute equaliser. Such is life.
Elsewhere, the great Glasgow excursion nears the end. Just one more week. Still no mansion suitable for us to buy anywhere in South London. Christmas shopping etc etc.
Anyway, without a baby of our own to post photos of, it'll have to be the now oft repeated pictures of Albert Bridge.