I'd like to say that the last month or so has been a rollercoaster of craziness and fun, but it hasn't really. I've struggled to scrape enough money together to move into a new flat, I've struggled to get a job and I've struggled to cope with being a real-live-certified grown up. Finally though, I've achieved all three. I am now happily ensconced in my lovely new apartment (on the 7th floor and smack bang in the city centre no less!) and I've found my dream job (events management in case you were wondering) and it finally feels like things are really coming together. So many of my friends agree that the transition from final year student to 9-5 working adult is a weird one.
It's a very bumpy ride and one that has made me feel a little lost at times. You wonder what you really want to do with your life and if you're making, or indeed, have already made the right decisions. When I was in my old flat I was so excited at the prospect of staying in Manchester and getting a job and living it up really. So when I moved into my new flat and the enormity of what I was doing really hit me, it took a while to adjust to. Suddenly, there was no student loan to look forward to and I had to start paying council tax (£92 a month between two of us thank you very much!!) and I couldn't survive on a part time job and I actually had to, (get this...) GET OUT OF BED AT A DECENT HOUR!?!?! I mean, c'mon, what is that all about?
People often say that youth is wasted on the young, or you don't know what you've got til it's gone but I appreciated being young, and pretty much free of responsibility and I knew what I had and how much I was going to miss it, but still, it hit me hard when I realised it had gone forever.
What has hit me hardest though is not seeing my friends as much as I'd like. I no longer see Hollie every day which makes me feel like I've lost a bit of myself, Lee seems to be working all the time, Mark and Kim have moved back home and I seem far too busy to see friends from my old workplace. But things are settling down slightly. Our graduation ceremony is on the 17th July though and I can't wait - we'll all get to hang out together again!
The best thing about change? As you experience new challenges, you grow as a person and as the saying goes, a change is as good as a rest.
And the worst thing about change? I liked things the way they were :)
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Monday, 18 June 2007
My good fortune
Today has been quite a balanced day in terms of karma I think.
Firstly, the tram took about ten minutes to arrive and they usually come past once every 3 minutes. 1-0 to Karma. When one finally arrives, it is packed full with suits. I cram myself in next to a particularly good looking suit, and a really stinky man. Touche. 2-1 to Karma.
Then the stupid bastard tram breaks down at G-Mex. I could have walked there for crying out loud. 3-1 to Karma. As I finally make it to St. Peters Square a tram comes rolling past me. Karma is winning at this point with 4 to my measly 1. I know this is Karma because I don't pay for the tram, ever. So it's getting it's own back on me.
I get to work and it's really quiet so I get to sit in the back and do some computer work which I'm more than happy to do as it means I can rest my knee as it hurts. Whilst I'm in the back I'm allowed to answer my phone. So when it rings, I pick it up and get invited to an interview for a marketing job. 4-2 Karma. In your face!! At about 4pm my knee is hurting a lot and making walking/sitting/standing uncomfortable so my manager lets me go early to go to NHS drop in. 4-3!! Then, I'm told I've got inflammation of the knee joint. Gutted. Karma smacks one into the back of the net. 5-3. I have to take ibruprofen for 2 weeks. Oh well, I can live with that. Karma stumbles before it scores again.
Whilst buying my ibruprofen, I get a call from another company, offering me an interview. Whilst on the phone though, Karma cuts me off, but the company calls back and all is sorted. So, 5-4 it is. But only just.
After this, I go to H&M and pick up 3 items. Two priced at £8 and one at £5. I go to pay and the cashier forgets to charge me for one of the £8 items so the total comes to £13 instead of £21. Bargain. 5-5. She shoots, she scores!
So although me and Karma have been battling it out today, we've finished on an even score and had fun doing it. Life wouldn't be interesting without the ups and downs now would it?
Firstly, the tram took about ten minutes to arrive and they usually come past once every 3 minutes. 1-0 to Karma. When one finally arrives, it is packed full with suits. I cram myself in next to a particularly good looking suit, and a really stinky man. Touche. 2-1 to Karma.
Then the stupid bastard tram breaks down at G-Mex. I could have walked there for crying out loud. 3-1 to Karma. As I finally make it to St. Peters Square a tram comes rolling past me. Karma is winning at this point with 4 to my measly 1. I know this is Karma because I don't pay for the tram, ever. So it's getting it's own back on me.
I get to work and it's really quiet so I get to sit in the back and do some computer work which I'm more than happy to do as it means I can rest my knee as it hurts. Whilst I'm in the back I'm allowed to answer my phone. So when it rings, I pick it up and get invited to an interview for a marketing job. 4-2 Karma. In your face!! At about 4pm my knee is hurting a lot and making walking/sitting/standing uncomfortable so my manager lets me go early to go to NHS drop in. 4-3!! Then, I'm told I've got inflammation of the knee joint. Gutted. Karma smacks one into the back of the net. 5-3. I have to take ibruprofen for 2 weeks. Oh well, I can live with that. Karma stumbles before it scores again.
Whilst buying my ibruprofen, I get a call from another company, offering me an interview. Whilst on the phone though, Karma cuts me off, but the company calls back and all is sorted. So, 5-4 it is. But only just.
After this, I go to H&M and pick up 3 items. Two priced at £8 and one at £5. I go to pay and the cashier forgets to charge me for one of the £8 items so the total comes to £13 instead of £21. Bargain. 5-5. She shoots, she scores!
So although me and Karma have been battling it out today, we've finished on an even score and had fun doing it. Life wouldn't be interesting without the ups and downs now would it?
Monday, 4 June 2007
Transformers: robots in disguise
I haven't had the internet in my flat for a whole week. How bad is that? Very bad. It's quite upsetting in fact. The internet is a huge part of my life, I use it for banking, job-hunting, shopping, blogging and the other usual crap. So to be without it for a week was a little bit of a shock to my system but it did make me look at my life in a different light.
My parents first got the internet (dial up!!!) when I was 12. Now, when I was 12, I wasn't really that into computers and the delights of blogging, youtube and facebook had yet to be created. I tried a few chatrooms but found them to be full of perverts. So I went outside to play with my real friends. And I certainly never said "lol" outside of a chatroom. Rewind to when I was 10. My mum let me borrow her mobile phone. I sent text messages to my best friend at the time who lived next door. That's it. Now I can't live without it and not having the internet was really tough. I can't believe how depressing that is. Now, I sometimes (but rarely) say "lol" in my text messages and I discuss facebook/blogging/myspace etc like they are people in my life. Despite realising that my life has perhaps too much technology in it, I still couldn't wait to get on the internet when it eventually began working. I checked my e-mail (nothing interesting), my bank (I'm still poor) and facebook (Yes I am drunk on nearly all of the pictures). But then I realised I didn't have a lot else to do on there so I went back to reading my book. It's not that I need the internet. It's just that, well, I like it being there.
So anyway, it was our graduation ball last Thursday (31st May) and it was incredible. Everyone looked beautiful and the wine was flowing (maybe that's why I thought everyone looked so good). To be honest, I don't remember much of the night but I'm pretty sure I had a lot of fun.
I also went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean film. Disappointing quite frankly. A little long winded and there were far too many different story lines. I do always enjoy going to the cinema though, I just wish it had been a better film instead. Speaking of which, Die Hard 4 is out soon. And I am in love with Bruce Willis. I'm not really into celeb spotting and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip but if I saw Bruce Willis I would quite possibly drop dead. Either that or jump his bones. Yes, I know, he's old. But he has sex appeal like no other man.
After Die Hard, Transformers will be coming out. And I truly cannot wait for that. In fact, I'm a little bit giddy.
My parents first got the internet (dial up!!!) when I was 12. Now, when I was 12, I wasn't really that into computers and the delights of blogging, youtube and facebook had yet to be created. I tried a few chatrooms but found them to be full of perverts. So I went outside to play with my real friends. And I certainly never said "lol" outside of a chatroom. Rewind to when I was 10. My mum let me borrow her mobile phone. I sent text messages to my best friend at the time who lived next door. That's it. Now I can't live without it and not having the internet was really tough. I can't believe how depressing that is. Now, I sometimes (but rarely) say "lol" in my text messages and I discuss facebook/blogging/myspace etc like they are people in my life. Despite realising that my life has perhaps too much technology in it, I still couldn't wait to get on the internet when it eventually began working. I checked my e-mail (nothing interesting), my bank (I'm still poor) and facebook (Yes I am drunk on nearly all of the pictures). But then I realised I didn't have a lot else to do on there so I went back to reading my book. It's not that I need the internet. It's just that, well, I like it being there.
So anyway, it was our graduation ball last Thursday (31st May) and it was incredible. Everyone looked beautiful and the wine was flowing (maybe that's why I thought everyone looked so good). To be honest, I don't remember much of the night but I'm pretty sure I had a lot of fun.
I also went to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean film. Disappointing quite frankly. A little long winded and there were far too many different story lines. I do always enjoy going to the cinema though, I just wish it had been a better film instead. Speaking of which, Die Hard 4 is out soon. And I am in love with Bruce Willis. I'm not really into celeb spotting and catching up on the latest celebrity gossip but if I saw Bruce Willis I would quite possibly drop dead. Either that or jump his bones. Yes, I know, he's old. But he has sex appeal like no other man.
After Die Hard, Transformers will be coming out. And I truly cannot wait for that. In fact, I'm a little bit giddy.
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Bank holiday weekend
This weekend has been jam packed. Literally. A lot of the time has been taken up by sleeping, admittedly, but still...
On Thursday night, I introduced Louise to my Manchester life by putting a dvd on... that's right, I am that interesting. It was The Usual Suspects though, so all is forgiven, right? I invited Mark round and we had a night of interesting chit chat, sour cream and chive dipping and trying to guess who was the real culprit at the end of the film. I was right. I won't spoil it for any that haven't seen it though......
Friday, we spent the day preparing ourselves for the Warehouse Project. This involved choosing outfits, painting nails and drinking wine. Then finally, after a couple of months of waiting, we were there. And it blew our minds. We danced solidly for several hours then, stumbling out at close to 4am, I promptly decided that we should have chips. We didn't. We had salt and vinegar hula hoops instead. But they helped all the same.
Saturday came around and at midday ish we stumbled out of bed and had a pretty fantastic sausage, tomato, cheese and mushroom omelette. Then we did pretty much nothing. We watched some scrubs, went to the shop to get sweets and caught up on some much needed sleep. Before too long we were back at Store Street and the beat was pounding in my chest and my throat and I've got to admit, I felt better than I had in a long time. I felt totally euphoric. I was rammed up against the girl in front of me and shoved back against the guy behind me and although it was hot and sweaty and the air was thick with smoke it was the most incredible few hours. I danced for much of it with a guy who had taken a liking to my mad arm waving/finger pointing and Louise and Mark danced together right next to me. I caught Lou's eye several times in the night and our identical grins said it all.
As we crawled into bed at 5am on Sunday morning, Lou leaned across and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the best birthday present ever. It was. And it wasn't even my birthday.
On Sunday night, we headed to the Orange Grove for a chilled out night. We talked about nothing but music and the festivals and events we wanted to go to within the next 2/3 years. Disappointed that we were missing Sunday night and Pendulum at the Warehouse Project, we decided that we were going to give Global Gathering and/or Creamfields a try. Although not the greatest camper in the world, GG07 are offering an amazing line up and nothing short of a natural disaster hitting Stratford-Upon-Avon is going to stop me.
Finally, here we are on Monday night (actually Tuesday morning) and we've recently arrived back from Mark's flat where we played Buzz Quiz on PS2 (I lost) and Tennis and Bowling on the Wii (I won). It has been a weekend of discovery (new friendships for some, renewned friendships for others, new music, new lifestyles, new cultures, new cities etc etc etc) and I've honestly enjoyed every single second of it. Louise is moving to Manchester permanently in a couple of weeks and I'm looking forward to what lay ahead for us.
On Thursday night, I introduced Louise to my Manchester life by putting a dvd on... that's right, I am that interesting. It was The Usual Suspects though, so all is forgiven, right? I invited Mark round and we had a night of interesting chit chat, sour cream and chive dipping and trying to guess who was the real culprit at the end of the film. I was right. I won't spoil it for any that haven't seen it though......
Friday, we spent the day preparing ourselves for the Warehouse Project. This involved choosing outfits, painting nails and drinking wine. Then finally, after a couple of months of waiting, we were there. And it blew our minds. We danced solidly for several hours then, stumbling out at close to 4am, I promptly decided that we should have chips. We didn't. We had salt and vinegar hula hoops instead. But they helped all the same.
Saturday came around and at midday ish we stumbled out of bed and had a pretty fantastic sausage, tomato, cheese and mushroom omelette. Then we did pretty much nothing. We watched some scrubs, went to the shop to get sweets and caught up on some much needed sleep. Before too long we were back at Store Street and the beat was pounding in my chest and my throat and I've got to admit, I felt better than I had in a long time. I felt totally euphoric. I was rammed up against the girl in front of me and shoved back against the guy behind me and although it was hot and sweaty and the air was thick with smoke it was the most incredible few hours. I danced for much of it with a guy who had taken a liking to my mad arm waving/finger pointing and Louise and Mark danced together right next to me. I caught Lou's eye several times in the night and our identical grins said it all.
As we crawled into bed at 5am on Sunday morning, Lou leaned across and kissed my cheek and thanked me for the best birthday present ever. It was. And it wasn't even my birthday.
On Sunday night, we headed to the Orange Grove for a chilled out night. We talked about nothing but music and the festivals and events we wanted to go to within the next 2/3 years. Disappointed that we were missing Sunday night and Pendulum at the Warehouse Project, we decided that we were going to give Global Gathering and/or Creamfields a try. Although not the greatest camper in the world, GG07 are offering an amazing line up and nothing short of a natural disaster hitting Stratford-Upon-Avon is going to stop me.
Finally, here we are on Monday night (actually Tuesday morning) and we've recently arrived back from Mark's flat where we played Buzz Quiz on PS2 (I lost) and Tennis and Bowling on the Wii (I won). It has been a weekend of discovery (new friendships for some, renewned friendships for others, new music, new lifestyles, new cultures, new cities etc etc etc) and I've honestly enjoyed every single second of it. Louise is moving to Manchester permanently in a couple of weeks and I'm looking forward to what lay ahead for us.
Thursday, 24 May 2007
Defining moments
So, after much deliberating in one particular car journey (I don't remember which one, but I know I was with Hollie) I decided that one of two songs defined my time at university. Both, incidentally are by the same band:
The Killers - Somebody Told Me or Mr Brightside. They both remind me of the Zoo, on a Thursday night, but whenever I hear them they remind me of my best student days.
However, I have something a little more embarrassing to admit to. When I was in 6th form, we used to frequent a club called Liquid (Thursday nights again, as it happens) and several songs remind me of that time.
1) Love Like This Before - Faith Evans ft Fatman Scoop. As chav as the song is, I do still love it.
2) Ignition Remix - R Kelly.
3) Pretty Green Eyes - Ultrabeat.
It's not even like I was a chav in those days. I was just young and having fun and those songs remind me of those times. After Liquid we'd head on over to the chippy for chips, chicken and cheese. Yum. Those were the days.
While we're on the subject, when we moved up in the world to the upper 6th, we had the pleasure of painting the common room the colours of our choice (lilac, turquoise, blue and pink in case you were wondering) and in a crazy moment 4 of us decided to dance to one of the songs on the Gone in 60 Seconds soundtrack. As we shook our asses through the windows we realised there was a class downstairs. Oh, how we laughed.
I've been doing a lot of looking back lately, as you may have guessed but now is a time for looking forward as well. Louby Lou is here at the moment, and she will be staying over the bank holiday weekend. We're going to the Warehouse Project which hopefully, will provide me with more memories, and more defining songs and moments to look back on in a few years and smile about.
The Killers - Somebody Told Me or Mr Brightside. They both remind me of the Zoo, on a Thursday night, but whenever I hear them they remind me of my best student days.
However, I have something a little more embarrassing to admit to. When I was in 6th form, we used to frequent a club called Liquid (Thursday nights again, as it happens) and several songs remind me of that time.
1) Love Like This Before - Faith Evans ft Fatman Scoop. As chav as the song is, I do still love it.
2) Ignition Remix - R Kelly.
3) Pretty Green Eyes - Ultrabeat.
It's not even like I was a chav in those days. I was just young and having fun and those songs remind me of those times. After Liquid we'd head on over to the chippy for chips, chicken and cheese. Yum. Those were the days.
While we're on the subject, when we moved up in the world to the upper 6th, we had the pleasure of painting the common room the colours of our choice (lilac, turquoise, blue and pink in case you were wondering) and in a crazy moment 4 of us decided to dance to one of the songs on the Gone in 60 Seconds soundtrack. As we shook our asses through the windows we realised there was a class downstairs. Oh, how we laughed.
I've been doing a lot of looking back lately, as you may have guessed but now is a time for looking forward as well. Louby Lou is here at the moment, and she will be staying over the bank holiday weekend. We're going to the Warehouse Project which hopefully, will provide me with more memories, and more defining songs and moments to look back on in a few years and smile about.
Sunday, 13 May 2007
The end of an era
Wow.... so the last 4 years have culminated in this moment... this not-quite-real feeling of euphoria but also incredible sadness! The last 22 years hinged on this moment and I think the next 60+ years will too.
Back when I was 16 and my brother was going off to uni I didn't think I wanted to go. My aspirations ran to working in a shop. Big wow. I had ideas that I wanted to be a writer but I was lazy and thought that uni just meant more work and being told what to do. Then when we dropped my brother off at his halls, my eyes were opened and I realised that I wanted that life. I think me and my brother have taken very different things from our years at uni. Our courses were at opposite ends of the spectrum and our universities light years apart. We're chalk and cheese, my brother and me and I think by the end of his 3 years he was ready to get to work but me? I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
These last four years have brought me some of the happiest moments of my life, but also some of the saddest. When I left 6th form, I was looking forward to the future but was sad to leave my friends. This time, I realise that I won't be leaving my friends because I'm friends with some of the most incredible people in the world and these friendships are for life.
There have definitely been a lot of ups and downs (mostly ups!) in my university years but I wouldn't change it for the world, if anything, I'd throw myself into it even more. I've had 4 very different birthdays whilst I've been here. Only 1 really stands out: when my ex-boyfriend got arrested and I vowed to never go out again on my birthday! In between those years though, I've shared some wonderful experiences with amazing people.
I know this is all very soppy but it's also very heartfelt! I came to uni a very naive young person, but also open minded and curious. I couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer me. I got a little lost on my journey on several occasions but I finally found my way and now I think I've come out the other side a better person. My best friend in the whole world, Hollie, is a fantastic human being. She's incredibly generous and wouldn't hurt a fly. Me and Hollie, although different in many ways, are soulmates and without her, this last year in particular would have been very difficult to cope with. But whenever I needed her, she was there.
Mark, Lee, Kim and Jen are also amazing people, and great friends. I'm looking forward to seeing a lot more of them now that we're free of exams and assignments!!
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that without these people, I wouldn't be the same person and the last 4 years would have been very different. Of course, there are other people who have helped to shape me but this last year has been a defining one on my life and one I will never, ever, forget. Here's to the last 4 years, ones I will miss very much, and here's to the next 4, where many things will change but my heart will still hold the memories.
:)
Back when I was 16 and my brother was going off to uni I didn't think I wanted to go. My aspirations ran to working in a shop. Big wow. I had ideas that I wanted to be a writer but I was lazy and thought that uni just meant more work and being told what to do. Then when we dropped my brother off at his halls, my eyes were opened and I realised that I wanted that life. I think me and my brother have taken very different things from our years at uni. Our courses were at opposite ends of the spectrum and our universities light years apart. We're chalk and cheese, my brother and me and I think by the end of his 3 years he was ready to get to work but me? I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.
These last four years have brought me some of the happiest moments of my life, but also some of the saddest. When I left 6th form, I was looking forward to the future but was sad to leave my friends. This time, I realise that I won't be leaving my friends because I'm friends with some of the most incredible people in the world and these friendships are for life.
There have definitely been a lot of ups and downs (mostly ups!) in my university years but I wouldn't change it for the world, if anything, I'd throw myself into it even more. I've had 4 very different birthdays whilst I've been here. Only 1 really stands out: when my ex-boyfriend got arrested and I vowed to never go out again on my birthday! In between those years though, I've shared some wonderful experiences with amazing people.
I know this is all very soppy but it's also very heartfelt! I came to uni a very naive young person, but also open minded and curious. I couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer me. I got a little lost on my journey on several occasions but I finally found my way and now I think I've come out the other side a better person. My best friend in the whole world, Hollie, is a fantastic human being. She's incredibly generous and wouldn't hurt a fly. Me and Hollie, although different in many ways, are soulmates and without her, this last year in particular would have been very difficult to cope with. But whenever I needed her, she was there.
Mark, Lee, Kim and Jen are also amazing people, and great friends. I'm looking forward to seeing a lot more of them now that we're free of exams and assignments!!
I suppose what I'm trying to say is that without these people, I wouldn't be the same person and the last 4 years would have been very different. Of course, there are other people who have helped to shape me but this last year has been a defining one on my life and one I will never, ever, forget. Here's to the last 4 years, ones I will miss very much, and here's to the next 4, where many things will change but my heart will still hold the memories.
:)
Wednesday, 25 April 2007
La La Liverpool!
In the words of My Chemical Romance: I'm not okay.
Not only do I have a ton of revision to do over the next week, I also had to go to the dentist today. Now, as much as I love my dentist (he is a nice man) the fact that he insists on sticking bloody great needles in my mouth does nothing to endear him to me. So now my lip is numb, and I'm having trouble drinking/eating/talking. Great. Fan bloody tastic.
But that's not all readers, no no... that would be far too easy.
I'm coming out of the dentist, and who should I see in the waiting room but my ex-boyfriends dad. Jesus H Christ. I just stopped and looked at him for a full breath. I then composed myself and said hello before managing to squeak out "I missed you". Because I have. He was perfectly polite and smiled at me and said hello but obviously his loyalties lie with his son. And his son won't exactly be my biggest fan. So yeah. I left the dentist in a hurry and promptly burst into tears. Good one, Rach.
I'd like to think I've been very composed and 'with it' since my break up, especially since I'm the one that did the breaking up, but under this ice queen exterior, it's a different story. Not that I'm a quivering wreck, that would be pathetic. I'm just a melting pot of emotions and apparently it takes the smallest thing to set me off. But then, it is the first time I've seen any of his family in the flesh since we broke up 2 months ago. It just confirmed for me that I'm obviously not over the whole thing yet.
I feel much better now it's all off my chest. Marvellous.
Despite my gammy numbed up mouth and the stupid amount of revision to do, I am actually looking forward to tonight. It's Chelsea v Liverpool and should be a stormer of a match. There has been all the usual pre-match hype with Mourinho bitching at Benitez and Benitez bitching back. I'll be backing the scousers obviously. They are a) a Northern team and b) not a bunch of fucking fairies. Mourinho usually comes up with an excuse as to why Chelsea won't win and this time has been no exception. Apparently, Liverpool SHOULD be the favourites because they aren't involved in as many competitions as Chelsea so they're fitter and more refreshed. Good one. So it couldn't be a disadvantage because they haven't had as much match practice then? Noooooo, of course not.
Anyway, back to the books.
Not only do I have a ton of revision to do over the next week, I also had to go to the dentist today. Now, as much as I love my dentist (he is a nice man) the fact that he insists on sticking bloody great needles in my mouth does nothing to endear him to me. So now my lip is numb, and I'm having trouble drinking/eating/talking. Great. Fan bloody tastic.
But that's not all readers, no no... that would be far too easy.
I'm coming out of the dentist, and who should I see in the waiting room but my ex-boyfriends dad. Jesus H Christ. I just stopped and looked at him for a full breath. I then composed myself and said hello before managing to squeak out "I missed you". Because I have. He was perfectly polite and smiled at me and said hello but obviously his loyalties lie with his son. And his son won't exactly be my biggest fan. So yeah. I left the dentist in a hurry and promptly burst into tears. Good one, Rach.
I'd like to think I've been very composed and 'with it' since my break up, especially since I'm the one that did the breaking up, but under this ice queen exterior, it's a different story. Not that I'm a quivering wreck, that would be pathetic. I'm just a melting pot of emotions and apparently it takes the smallest thing to set me off. But then, it is the first time I've seen any of his family in the flesh since we broke up 2 months ago. It just confirmed for me that I'm obviously not over the whole thing yet.
I feel much better now it's all off my chest. Marvellous.
Despite my gammy numbed up mouth and the stupid amount of revision to do, I am actually looking forward to tonight. It's Chelsea v Liverpool and should be a stormer of a match. There has been all the usual pre-match hype with Mourinho bitching at Benitez and Benitez bitching back. I'll be backing the scousers obviously. They are a) a Northern team and b) not a bunch of fucking fairies. Mourinho usually comes up with an excuse as to why Chelsea won't win and this time has been no exception. Apparently, Liverpool SHOULD be the favourites because they aren't involved in as many competitions as Chelsea so they're fitter and more refreshed. Good one. So it couldn't be a disadvantage because they haven't had as much match practice then? Noooooo, of course not.
Anyway, back to the books.
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