Late, late, post today. Did you miss me? Of course you didn’t, it’s Saturday. I’m sure you all have lots of better things to do then pine for my ramblings. Never the less; here they are:

So what have I been up to today?
Well, I’ve been reading up on my Death (not my Death, perhaps just Death; see what I did there, giving it, death a capital letter, like it’s a thing, which it isn’t… I think). I’ve read Thomas Nagel and Mats Furberg. Interesting stuff.

I’ve also seen my boys, Arsenal, do the dirty on Wigan. Sure it was a scrappy win but thinking about Stoke, Hull and Fulham I’ll take a scrappy win any day. Didn’t really like the way the fans at the stadium treated Eboue though. Never my favourite player but one shouldn’t treat one of ours like that. I mean come on, the poor guy has just come back from injury and was thrown in a, for him, unfamiliar position. Bad on you!

Ok. What else have I done? I have named my hair. What!? Yes! Named my hair. With all the studying and ‘The Anger’ stuff going on I really haven’t had the time to get it cut. I haven’t had it cut since mid-June. It is now an object, or a body of it’s own, hence the naming it. So, do not keep us at bay! What is it called!? It is called Mats Jonsson after my dad, or more pictures of him from the late seventies and early eighties and his hair. I’ll post a picture of Mats Jonsson (the hair, not the dad) before I cut it which I have no idea as to when I am going to do. At the soonest January and I suspect it’ll be after the 25:th because thats when I get my student money.

That’s about it.