Outtahere

Have never been so happy to leave Old Blighty. Losing the Ashes hurt. Big time. I was in the Oval on Sunday, surrounded by 24,000 chanting Poms (three of whom had a vocabulary limited to c**t and f**k) and would have loved their chants and fanship if I wasn't such an Australia supporter. I can't read any papers or see Freddie bloody Flintoff and way too many colleagues mention it. And to top it all off, Liverpool lost to Villa. Not happy. Not happy at all.

But...in 12 hours I will be in a cab to Heathrow, on my way to DC. Then New York. Then Seattle. So life ain't too bad after all. Holiday!!!!!!!!!!!

He's quick, he's red, he speaks like Father Ted!

An opening goal by my fav dutch player. Keane's first for the reds and Stevie G's 100th. How f-ing cool! And at the same time one of these night's I'd have loved to be in Dan Murphy's with my mate Sat. But you can't have it all. And thank god for Facebook!