Saturday, 17 May 2014

Waaa Haaa Haaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The title of this post is not meant to indicate that I am being tickled to death by chinchillas. It's okay, I'm not. What it does refer to is the fact that it's half past midnight, I'm actually quite tired, but I'm too excited to get to sleep right now, so I thought I'd share the events of my day with you.

You see, along with cats, zombies and Sean Pertwee, one of my great loves is Arsenal. Today, Arsenal were in the FA Cup final, tipped to win against Hull, and get some lovely shiny silver-ware for the first time in close to a decade. Unfortunately, I had inadvertently booked tickets to take my mum to a Bruce Springsteen sing-a-long event at the Prince Charles Cinema, making good on the promise for a cinema trip my brother and I were giving her for Mothering Sunday. And because the match now kicks off at 5pm, I only got to watch the first 25 minutes before we had to leave. That would be the first 25 minutes in which Hull managed to score twice, Arsenal got one back and it generally looked like the dream of ending our nine year dry spell was turning into a nightmare.

So, there I find myself, humming along to Springsteen because I really don't know most of the words and fretting about the football. Thankfully, I had a lifeline through my friend Stacey, sending me updates of important events. Important events such as the fact the we equalized, took it to extra time and then won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When this news arrived they were playing an emotional and contemplative song, so I had to sit quietly in my seat, wriggling with excitement and gently stomping my feet. I let loose with "Born to Run" and "Dancing in the Dark", singing loudly and dancing as wildly as the seats in the Prince Charles will allow.

Since then I've come home and watched the match. I've been a bit teary and then changed me facebook profile picture to something more appropriately Arsenalesque (which is totally a word no matter what spell-check says). And everything that I've written sounds so much more eloquent that what's going through my head, which really is just happy, excited noises like "Waaa Haaa Haaaaaa," "Wooo Hoooo," and "WWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

If none of that makes sense, then I apologise. Like I said, I'm really quite tired. Also, I'm writing this while partaking in yet another one of my loves, watching professional wrestling. I sure have a whole lot of love. If you want to see some awesome shit, check out Pro Wrestling Guerilla. It's amazing.

Thank you for making it through my waffle, Beautiful Reader. Come on Arsenal, you beautiful creatures!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


  1. Glad to help you out with updates of the football. At least they were good updates.

    1. Bruce Springsteen would have been much less enjoyable if we'd lost.