Finally! I’ve found a way to control her…….!

Nearly spelled that ‘Mischeif’ then. That would’ve been bad.

Anyway, let’s stop being sexy, time for some silly behaviour which as I’m sure you’ll agree is totally unlike us here at MP. [Again I say 'Us' when I mean 'I' - perhaps you should keep me company a little more often!]

Got myself a new phone, you see. A Sony Ericsson K800i, apparently, though that means squat to me. Though as I’ve been reminded 763 times since it arrived on Tuesday, it’s two models ‘up’ from Tiny’s and she’s none too pleased about it!

Despite her frurstations, she thought it’d be nice to crown me. Here we are:

And as such, I thought it’d be nice to do some ClipArt all over her. Thoughts?

Funny really, the MP Inbox is hardly flooded with protests over Kevin Bloody Wilson’s induction into the WitPo Club - well, it’s never got anything in it ever, really, so that doesn’t say a lot. It does say, however, that I’m obviously doing a sterling job of picking off the select few who deserve to be in there. Just four in as many months, not bad going.

It’s been another one of those twice-weekly weeks for updates too, for which I apologise. I’ve even had time to breathe from work (two days off) and I’ve spent nearly all of it lazing around with Tiny and not getting as Bloggy as I should - I should really pick up more self-discipline.

Got myself a new toy, too - more on that itself later, though. Thought I’d take this picture of my fine self sitting just inside this fine establishment. Great!

You know, I’m very sorry I seem to be restricting things to a couple of updates a week at the moment when life is busy - I do try and do as much as possible, though it’s a case of quality where it’s seen, or where it’s heard when the audio show gets further off the ground, and we’re working on it. Meanwhile…… The most exclusive online club has just it’s fourth ever inductee. I resisted great temptation not to induct Michael Slater and opted for this hairy man instead. Head on over to WitPo for more.

Evening all.

The cricket is rubbish at the moment, isn’t it? And you know, the more I think about it, the more I think I should consider a career in the predictions business. I say Reuben will get sent off. I say England will get nowhere near 500+ and will be bowled out for less than 200. Bad things do tend to happy when I open my mouth but at least I’m usually right.

In that case, I think Harriers will find where the back of the net is, go on a winning spree and win promotion at the end of the season. Done?

Anyway, just before I subject myself to more crap from ‘The Gabba’ - (Quality, isn’t it?) I thought I’d come on and talk to you about how much of an idiot I think Neil Warnock is. Never one to sugar a pill, I’ve got to say it like it is: He’s a paddywack, in the truest sense of the word.

He thinks he has the right to talk to a match referee for 20 minutes after a game and say to him that his explanation of decisions doesn’t wash with him, what rubbish. Doesn’t he realize how much of a nobody he is in the grand scheme of things?

Oh well. If he’s a class manager, Darius Vassell is a top-quality International player. HA.