Generally speaking, my weekends are below average and tedious. Yet, every once in a while, I have a big weekend (usually around once a month) when several events fall on to the same weekend schedule. Next weekend is a case in point. Originally, it was just another dull weekend, until Terry (of Gooner’s World fame!) messaged me on MSN to let me know there were tickets for Arsenal versus Birmingham in October. I thought about it for a few seconds, but went ahead with the purchase (even if the North Bank ticket was perhaps slightly overpriced!). A voice in my head told me that this might be the only opportunity I have to visit Highbury before it is redeveloped expensive flats. My tickets arrived on Thursday (see below, click on them to be taken to my FlickR page) and this is my first Arsenal Premiership tie since Derby in 1997. Yes, it truly has been that long. The last time I was at Highbury was for the FA Cup tie against Blackpool in December 1999. I am looking forward to the match, mainly to see my favourite player, Dennis for perhaps the last time in the Arsenal red (currant) shirt. I was considering taking my digital camera, but have decided against it. I want to enjoy the day as a football fan, rather than a noisy tourist. The camera will stay at home. All the memory making can wait for the final game at Highbury against Wigan.

Of course, the weekend officially begins on Friday at 6pm sharp, as I make my way to the car, on goes the stereo and I play a pre-arranged Friday night song, to kick of two days of freedom from work. Yet, this feeling is usually just an artificial high, for I rarely go out on a Friday or actually do anything more interesting than record the week that was, on my blog. This Friday will be different. Not been to the cinema for a while, so going to see Goal! on Friday with my football mad colleague, Chris. Try to avoid the marketing machine on this occasion and watch the film after being in the dark. I am looking forward to it, perhaps because it will show us all, to believe in the power of dreams. While cleaning the car, yesterday afternoon, I had KISS blasting from the stereo. During a commercial break, the voice of Honda, proclaimed how our dreams are meaningless unless we act on them. I thought about it for a few passing moments, then came to the conclusion, such idle thoughts would have to wait for my next life. With Autumn, well upon us, even if September has tended to be sunny with a cool chill in the air, what I have got to look forward to the next few months, before the turn of the year. Champions League football, watching my poor performance in the work Fantasy Football Super League continue and hoping, praying for Chelski to be battered in the Premiership. Their time will come. José will be left lost for words and hopefully this will be the slow spiral downwards in fortune. What a strange state of affairs? Instead of egging on my team to victory, I have resorted to wishing defeat on our greatest rival. Not very sportsman like? There is nothing new on television that I really care to watch. I stick to my standard diet of Eastenders, live football and slice of current affairs. The charts too, have little to offer and inspire. Yet, I have still found the time to update my Audio page with the latest count of my world famous MP3 collection. Although I will be in discussion with my legal team, whether it is wise to publish such an article, with the knives already drawn. Life continues, as it always will. Nothing new to report, I’m afraid. I wish there was, I wish my life was much more exciting than this blog makes out, but the truth is, there is little to read between the lines. But the last two updates are dedicated to Sippy, someone who realises the important things in life away from the computer. Just a shame I don’t see life in the same light. Does fatherhood really do that to you?