The 347th last day of my 20s

On the 347th last day of my 20s, I went for a jog and came up with a new Arsenal song, specifically with the doom and gloomer in mind. To the tune of Friday I'm In Love by The Cure:

I don't care if Clichy's poo

Bendtner's shit and Walcott too

Almunia, I don't care about you

It's Arsenal, I'm in love

Arshavin's such a transfer tart

Diaby plays without a heart

Vela doesn't even start

It's Arsenal, I'm in love

Fabregas, waits

van Persie's leg will always break

But Wenger still prevaricates....

I don't care if Nasri's crap

Denilson plays like he's a hack

We're only going to sign Chamakh

It's Arsenal, I'm in love

Eboue, you can hold your head

Tomas, Ramsey stay in bed

Wookash, drops the ball instead

It's Arsenal, I'm in love

Fabregas, waits

van Persie's leg will always break

But Wenger still prevaricates....

Otherwise I went to work, did stuff, came home.Another phone-in day. Played with my nephew in the morning and during my lunch break. He's much happier in the morning than in the evenings.