All Of A Sudden If I Didn't Have Sky Plus I'd Probably Kill Myself

Srsly, come this Saturday night I might actually do what all those Nike ads are telling me and just do it.* This weekend presents the crushing realisation of having to return "home" to my little council house in Fife, where, even under my bed sheets I can't escape the biting, coastal gale, or for that matter a pair of housemates whose bickering ranges from sandwiches to who is "fitter" in the OC. It's a life I had been resigned to for seven long weeks - until my one week break and chance for a week of normality.

So it was a return to Belfast to Mother Johnston, Father Johnston and the rest of the family, which has all been very nice. But there was someone even more special to welcome me into his warm arms. How I had came to forget about the prospect of 2 months of Sky+ing, I'm not sure, but it has made it all the sweeter. I guess it's like waking up and out of nowhere it just happens to be Christmas Day.... Or "discovering plutonium by accident".

For a week I have found better friends than I have possibly ever known . Larry, Jeff, Tony, Anthony Jr, Paulie, Christopher, Danny Tripp, Matt Albie, Harriet Hayes, Coach Taylor and the list goes on. Thanks guys.

*If, come Monday afternoon, "Week 11 - Superburrl I" has not been uploaded to ModestMango, you may assume the worst.