One of the many things I said on the phone last night as Man U beat Chelski to win the Champions League Final!

Why oh why did I go to a Manc pub to watch the game??? Maybe I was being a bit Jose Arrogante assuming Chelski would win and I would be the only smug one there? I don't know!

Either way feel free to beat me around the head 17 times with a large cucumber for being so stupid! And why did I get up at the arse crack of dawn and drive back home, only to sit here wondering why I even took a half day off work???

My brain hurts - right now I wish I could just chop a little bit of it off. For several reasons!