All Possibilities *

Eh, don't know what to do. I'm pathetic. Needed boy's mum to be in tonight to help. Erm, still don't know what to do.

The thing is, the boy declared just as I tucked him into bed tonight that he is "so definitely" looking at this blog tomorrow. Right, so my reaction should have been to sit him down and explain the kind of things I write about. But did I? No, i simply tucked him into bed and said "goodnight sonny - love you!" as I do most evenings. In other words, I copped right out of deep and meaningful father/son talk.

Right, it's not as if I have anything to hide from him. He's perfectly aware that mum and dad are not exactly a proper couple - in fact, not a couple at all - but that we remain good friends. He has also been teasing me recently about the time I spend writing texts, e-mails and making personal phone calls out of his ear shot. On the latter, he even caught me at it the other night there when picking up the phone on another extension and hearing me speak to a woman on the other end.

But the moment hasn't quite been right to tell him what I've been up to recently. Oh well, tomorrow night could be interesting. And I'm out playing football so his mum will have to deal with it - so how much of a tosser does that make me??

On another subject, hints were made elsewhere that my lack of posts over the last few days suggested that I may not have had a great time in York last week with my fantastic and fabby new friend. To set the record straight, it was among the most perfect two days I have ever spent in my entire life. Things couldn't be any better on that front! Roll on Wednesday night!

But back to my football, I didn't get round to posting about our last game - a whopping and embarrassing 10-1 defeat to a team of solicitors, although yours truly scored our only goal - a fucking beauty it was too. Tomorrow night, we take on a team of journalists and I expect to score a barrel-load. I'll keep you posted - unless the boy has given me a bad kicking in the meantime.

* Badly Drawn Boy