I hate Mondays

Mondays are a pain in the arse. Not because they are any harder than any other days, it's just that they are Mondays.

On the news front there are a few funny things around.
For those of you who follow Premier League football you have most likely heard about Fabregas spitting at Hull's assistant manager, Brian Horton. The manager, Phil Brown, has been rather eager to talk about it in the media and a lot of interesting things have come from his mouth: First it was in the player tunnel Fab spat on Horton, then it was on the pitch, then it was in the tunnel again. Also, Phil Brown didn't see it at first, but as he thought about it he remembered he saw it, but he didn't know if anyone else saw it. Strange, considering that the tunnel is usually stacked with people. Then out of the blue the entire coaching staff of Hull saw the incident. I think there's something fishy about all of this, and I don't mean the smell that the Hull team brings with them everywhere(ok, maybe not the most grown up comment, but it's still my blog).

Arseblog has actually aquired the letter that Hull FC sent to the FA where they explain everything.

Another piece of news that caught my interest was when the head of the South African football league, Kjetil Siem, said that Norway showed a lack of respect at the opening of the new World Cup stadium, where Norway lost 2-1. Reason; they played like crap. Now Kjetil Siem is obviously one of those little dogs that bites you in the leg when it doesn't get all the attention it wants. He is a Norwegian, very passionate about football, but the only place he got a job was in bloody South Africa(no offence towards RSA intended). I think he probably just wants everybody in Norway to know that he is not dead, and hope that we haven't forgotten him. He will be one of those names that get announced on TV that has passed away, and you are left thinking "Who the fuck was that?"

Nothing else interesting in the world today, at least for what I care. I will probably need to find some excuse to stay up late as I watch Eleventh Hour. Any good excuses anyone?