It has come to my attention that some of you (not naming names here but you know who you are, you conniving bastards) want me to write a hell of a lot more before you'll take me seriously. I've been afraid of this approach in the past because, let's face it, quality trumps quantity on this here ol' t'internets, unless of course you are Andrew Sullivan.

I just think it's really cool I've been nominated for the same set of awards that includes Brian Phillips, Sport is a TV Show, The Fiver, and Football Weekly, and if they're all allowed to abuse their respective mediums to solicit votes, then, well, so am I.
So vote for "A More Splendid Life" to win EPL's Best Blog award.

So I'm not going to be round these parts for a bit. Let's say anywhere between three days and two weeks (death in blogville, I know), depending on the reliability of my local interweb connection. Anyway, please feel free to peruse my lengthy back catalog, or perhaps click on some unfamiliar links to my right.

A blog is a lot like a child; if you leave it in the wine cellar for a week without food or water, the government usually gets involved at some level. So here is evidence for my defense:
Exhibit a) News that Hiddink is going to Chelsea gets me a bit peeved.
Exhibit b) I watch Special 1 TV and that gets me right pissed off.

Bloggers are Not Journalists Richard Whittall A More Splendid Life

First, to get this Real Madrid transfer business out of the way: Sir Alex Ferguson is getting pilloried for going back on his "I wouldn't sell that mob a virus." But he didn't sell them a virus, he sold them Ronaldo.

I am sorry to say that [insert blog name here] will be infrequently updated over the next [insert brief time period here]. I am going to [insert tedious real-life endeavour here] in [insert scenic locale here].
There may be [insert arbitrarily low number here] updates while I'm away, unless I can't because [insert phony trumped up excuses, usually a poor internet connection or Clinton-era laptop breaking apart, here].

Keith's account of the football match. I've heard many such summaries from him—of boxing matches, snooker matches, and of course darts matches. At first I thought he just memorized sections of of the tabloid sports pages. Absolutely wrong.
Remember—he is modern, modern, despite the heels and the flares.