Raining on a Monday

Arsenal, it's Arsenal we sing
For it's by far the greatest team
The world has ever seen.

- an Arsenal ditty, maybe one I'll hear this Saturday

There's a story about a dog, by the name of Bobby, who guarded his master's grave for 14 years. Never left his side. Died by his side. Cute story. He's buried at Greyfriars church, and it's the most visited grave in Edinburgh. Little kids gather sticks from the cemetery gardens and lay them by the tombstone. Gardeners have to disperse the growing mound of sticks every month or so, or otherwise it'll bury the tombstone. There's even a little statue of the dog (a Scottish terrier - what else?) in front of a pub by the church.

Shows what a little bit of dedication can do for you.

It's such a pretty little city, Edinburgh. It even looks good in the rain.

I've been glancing through the transfer rumours at newsnow, and it's kind of sad. There's probably only 2 or 3 players left who have the experience and the stature to be a sub at Arsenal, and who can be signed outside the transfer window. And so, they're posting increasingly tenuous links to players who I've never heard of. At this rate, by the end of the week Emmanuel Petit will be rumoured to come out of retirement to join us. Which wouldn't be too bad, I suppose - at least he's experienced enough and tough enough to boss the midfield.

If I can rig it, I may be able to duck down to Bolton for the away game on Saturday, before swinging back to Manchester. It's difficult to get a room in Bolton. No one really wants to stay there, for some odd reason. These Arsenal games are getting pretty addictive - it's so nice to watch the team live.

Oh we love you Arsenal, we do.