Arsenal
2
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0
Bolton Wanderers
Toure (68)
Rosicky (80)
Att: 59,442
Bolton departed from The Emirates with that which they deserved; precisely nothing. In the preview to the game, I noted that teams seemed to play better than before the sacking of a manager. If that was the case with yesterdays visitors, then perhaps the Premier League ought to put everyone out of their misery and relegate them now. They were totally abject to the extent that no-one is any the wiser as to whether or not Arsene was right in his choice of goalkeeper, Almunia did not have a shot to save that I can remember. In fact I vaguely recall him catching a cross early in the game but Bolton’s intention from the outset was to get a point and defend in numbers, to the extent that they had no attacking outlet. If Arsenal had less than 70% possession, I think I will ask for a recount.
The performance by Arsenal was a typical post-international week one.
I suspect that my husband thought I was joking when I came into our holiday cottage near Ullapool, on the west coast of the Scottish Highlands, last week and told him I’d just seen three pigs trotting by when I was sitting outside reading.
I suppose the first thing that comes to mind is the nursery rhyme “Three Little Pigs“ We both came out and at first there was a no sign of the pigs. We walked round the back of the cottages and there they were. It was difficult to take photos and they didn’t stay still for long but the three of them stuck close together. As far as I know there aren’t wild pigs around the Highlands but I’d have expected farm pigs to be kept in a field, maybe they’d escaped.
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I’m going to Istanbul. (Not Constantinople)
Hey there Deglazed fans, I am off to Turkey for the next week and a half, so alas, no updates for a little while. (This is going to totally ruin my blog rankings…) I am excited to sample all of the great culinary wonders of Istanbul, and hopefully I will be able to return with some great culinary finds for my kitchen. If I’m lucky enough to find an internet cafe, I can provide you all with an update from the road, but otherwise I will be back in the country on May 7. I’ll be sure to provide you all with the highlights of the trip - especially the food - for you then.
I promise you there are big updates that will be revealed when I return, but until then, this would be a great time to tour through earlier posts (get caught up on the story) and to vote for Deglazed in the Blogger’s Choice Awards! Clicking on ads while I’m gone will help me pay for the trip, so that would be cool as well…
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apropos of nothing - save the fact i’ll be stayin’ over at a mates house in a few days - a question which has long puzzled me:
“why do the english never have locks on their toilet doors?”
i’m just going though a mental list of friends, acquaintances, in-laws and other ‘persons known to me’ - as the police would have it - in whose houses, over the years, i’ve spent the night. and consequently, in whose houses i’ve availed of the bathroom facilities in the morning and i’d say that in almost every case i was confounded by the lack of a lock on the bog door.
i used to think this was what germaine-fucking-greer would call a ‘gender issue’. due to my incredible good looks and sex-appeal and the fact i’m hung like a chipolatta, most of the ‘other people’s gaffs’ i stayed in when i first came to england belonged to girls of the female variety. i just assumed that they didnae bother with b
apropos of nothing - save the fact i’ll be stayin’ over at a mates house in a few days - a question which has long puzzled me:
“why do the english never have locks on their toilet doors?”
i’m just going though a mental list of friends, acquaintances, in-laws and other ‘persons known to me’ - as the police would have it - in whose houses, over the years, i’ve spent the night. and consequently, in whose houses i’ve availed of the bathroom facilities in the morning and i’d say that in almost every case i was confounded by the lack of a lock on the bog door.
i used to think this was what germaine-fucking-greer would call a ‘gender issue’. due to my incredible good looks and sex-appeal and the fact i’m hung l
