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[was_tansu_now_badhedgehog]

The first game of the football season today. Leicester beat MK Dons 2-0. I'm very cheered by this. I thought that I had gotten more jaded than I really had. Last season I had started to feel boredom and vague distaste towards Premiership football, and resentful disappointment towards my own side, but this season we're off to a good start. Oh ho ho, isn't this how it always is? How many fucking thousands of football fans have had exactly the same bloody thoughts; last season I got sick of the lot of youse, but now this season has started, and youve signed a couple of good players, and you've won the first game of the season and suddenly oh you darlings, my own dear most beloved of teams once more, calloo and indeed callay! Sing a happy little song and clutch thoughts of kinship to our hearts again. Over and over and over again, every season as if we'd forgotten that this is what happens. But really, we aren't this stupid, we just don't particularly care to be reminded. Why be reminded, when Pauly Dickov has come back to us, and we have won the first game of the season 2-0?

Besides that, the man of the house and his bandmates had a gig in a pub in town tonight. I went along. It was pretty darn good, actually, especially considering that he couldn't hear himself play properly, and he's barely been to a bloody rehearsal.

Why has it taken me and him til our mid thirties to get into Os Mutantes? What's been wrong with us?