Curses!

England got through to the next round of Euro 2004. Now, my only hope of some decent schadenfreude relies on Tim Henman being knocked out of the first round of Wimbledon by an unknown!!

Oh, Pooh!

Henman won.

Two Strings Speak In Sympathy...

Urf.  rock_bear  rang earlier, having "enjoyed" the experience of having his nose cauterized.  I must admit, I've been on a slight medical bent of late, having just finished "C - Because Cowards Get Cancer Too" by John Diamond.  Which, for a potentially depressing book has had me close to roaring with laughter at times.

So anyway, last night's phone call, Russ told me that his back had been playing up all day.  Guess what, all day today, my back has been playing up.  At one point, I was lying on the floor of the office, trying to remember one of my chiropractor's exercises, much to the amusement of my staff.  Dignity?  What's that?

I expect my nose to come out in sympathy tomorrow.  Meanwhile, I count the hours until I run out of the building on Thursday and head up north for the giddy metropolis that is Nottingham...