Ramping up my festive vibes with a tremendous Chinese sprout curry.

That’s a beautiful hanging header from Calvert-Lewin. So satisfying.

The Mellon Collie & the Infinite Sadness box set is a thing of pure beauty.

The Two Escobars has been added to Sky Documentaries if you’re after something bleak 🇨🇴

I quite like a Guinness when there’s no cask ale on but can you imagine how unbearable the new Guinness place in London will be. And it’s £7.20 for a pint of Guinness.

Had the misfortune of experiencing Battersea Power Station for the first time, a real final boss of soulless capitalism shite.

Was watching The Snowman at the theatre in London at about 5.30-7.30 tonight, thankfully doesn’t sound like there was much else going on.

Sick of seeing Keith Andrews’ pin neck pea head poor man’s Mean Streets De Niro irritant bobbin noggin.

Always nice to see big Slaven on punditry

Gudmundsson, Stach, Tanaka and Bijol were all excellent last night to name a few but Ampadu was the best player on the pitch, a massive captain’s performance.

THREE POINTS

Feels Like Heaven and a few pre-match pints in the boozer. Fucking come onnnnn.

£75 for Jimmy Eat World in Halifax seems absolutely bonkers.

Abbey Dash this morning, this old cunt has still got a 42 minute (and 36 second) 10k in him.

Apparently they can add me to the “divorced parent list”, sorry what. Just kindly fucking furnish me with the texts about toy swaps and Christmas jumper day.

Me checking my phone at 8.50 at Goals to find out someone’s dropped out.

I do every single school drop-off and pick-up but I’ve been trying and failing literally for years to get all the email/text comms that Rachael gets.

Staggering that they’re freezing tax thresholds AND massively restricting salary sacrifice pension. If you started working around the 2008 crash you’ve basically been fucked every step of your adult life and it’s highly unlikely to change at any point during your lifetime.

I think at this point if you're including Diane Abbott - a woman who has never held government office, has been a backbencher since 2020, and is scarcely a government ally - on your list of political wrongdoers, we all know exactly what your real concerns are

My biggest concern around the budget is the amount of English people who now say “I make…”

To make yesterday worse, Rafe’s mate and his dad managed to get season tickets for this season and his dad’s a right Villa cunt. My head was on the floor for school drop-off this morning.

A serious Sept 1998 TOTP treat. I love(d) this song so much.

Me and Rafe did a four mile newsagent tour of Morley. £20 down but a good time had by all.

Big fan of Rafe signing off his school road safety poster with ‘but if you don’t do that and you get run over that’s your loss dude!’

Fucking fresh one at Goals tonight

I’m a big AI skeptic but on the other hand I’ve got people earning hundreds of thousands of pounds messaging me to ask the most percentage calculations.

Just me, a 41 year old man, getting my album personally signed

I see 5-a-side team names are still as high calibre as ever

Bloke walked into the cafe, loudly asked if they did spam (they didn’t) and walked straight out without saying anything. Exemplary dedication to spam.

My sister dropped off a package from my brother. This is what was in the package

August 1998 TOTP giving me a serious Friday night treat with Placebo and Babybird.

Happy birthday Wilko 🫡

One thing that seems to be getting confused among the budget mess: increasing minimum wage is a good thing.

First mince pie of the season, ave itttttt

The missus rang me on her lunch to tell me she saw Luke Ayling shopping in Leeds. There are some perks to going into the office on a Monday I suppose.

My dad’s taken yesterday’s defeat well

So many Leeds pubs have gone boring on their cask lineups. Kirkstall Brewery have done a lot of good but if I see one more previously interesting pump replaced with their Three Swords or Pale I’m gonna drop off.

Lovely goal from Nmecha but our attacking play is so bleak.

Rio Ferdinand moving to Dubai a classic case of ‘I’ll drive you to the airport myself mate’

This all sounds completely fine and normal

Arise Sir David Beckham, for services to football and willingness to shamelessly advertise literally anything.

My father-in-law was hilariously wrongly accused of shoplifting at Morrisons and has gone full head loss. He’s trying to phone the police on the security guard and says he’s starting a YouTube channel to expose them (he can barely turn a laptop on).

Rutter breaking my heart like it’s the fucking 2000s

The Premier League is fucking bleeeeeak

Straight into Rutter or he’ll kill us.

My missus thought Manic Street Preachers sang You Get What You Give. Divorced.

No pizza cutter in the lodge, let’s goooo

What a hat-trick that is by the way

Just spotted Fright Night on Netflix, now that’s a fucking horror film.

I’ve attempted to fit a new bike rack to the car for the first time so if anyone spots three mountain bikes in the middle of the M62 tomorrow, they’ll be mine.