Harrumph...

So Chelsea beat Villa and it's all "they're not out of it yet" now from the pundits...?

...Meanwhile we are still closer to the top and it's all "unconvincing, no threats except Torres and Gerrard" (nevermind we've been without one or the other for most of the season), blah de feckin blah. We've been pretty much written off all over.

Where is the love, people? I ask you, where is the love? That's fine - it will make that hoisted V-sign/middle finger that much sweeter when the league is finally won, be it this year or whenever. Go right tf.

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I hung out with my buddy Lee from the supporters' club last night - much fun at B.B. King's on 42nd Street as Wings (yes, Wings!) soundalike band Band on the Run performed a great set and there was much fist-pumping from me, I will tell you what. By all means check them out if they're back around these parts and you're a Macca fanatic like myself. I was in heaven and didn't care how much of a [your expletive here] I looked.

The opener was a dude named Dave Jay who does an act called "johnpaulgeorgeringo" where he does schtick impersonating each of the Fabs, performs some of his own Beatlesque songs (as well as covers) and answers questions from the audience in character. Not something I'd necessarily see again and as Lee joked, it would be great to see him rehearse his act. A pyschologist's wet dream.

Anyway, the act went down ok - some were concerned that he was in fact the promised band and freaked. Others like myself were bemused and said ok, let's see where this goes. There was a last group of - oh, for lack of a better word - wankers! Clearly wanted to pull Dave up publicly for doing something they thought was just too weird or just didn't approve of really. Well, I have to say that while Dave's act was not something I'd make a point of catching again, he jumped up in my estimation by leaps and bounds in the way he dealt with his hecklers. This was worthy of the Fabs themselves:

Prat: "Hey Ringo - what'd you do with all the money your mother gave you for singing lessons?"

Dave as Ringo: "I spent it on your mother."

Feminist that I am, I should probably say tsk tsk to that but ahhhh.....I loved it. And a big "right on" for Dave. Even if it's not your bag, you've got to give someone credit for having the stones to do an act like that, so while I was thinking "ooh this seems well dodgy" when he first started, I felt major respect when his act was over. Especially if you're quick-witted enough to verbally slap down obnoxious Noo Yawkers that deftly...what's not to love?! Reminds me of someone else I've a whole lot of respect for that I've already written about on these pages. Rock on, Dave Jay.

Too much beer, tequila and god knows consumed by the time the evening was over but a great night in what - I have to remind myself often as I curse it out - really is a great city. Useless fecker today as a result but got the laundry done, made a lovely gumbo for dinner and have written this bit of nonsense. Not a bad day despite the hangover. Oh except for the bloody Mancs ...

Roll on tomorrow - come on you Reds.