Calender Girl. It's Miss July

This clapped out, walking paced Rumour Rollercoaster creaks and grinds ever onwards, if not upwards...

Arry has made some interesting comments. Not illuminating as they rather serve to confirm what we all thought anyway. Namely Manchester City appear to have more money than God and we, by stark contrast appear to be able to turn anyone's head*.

'We're not going to rush in,' he said. 'I have spoken to the chairman Daniel Levy and we've decided if we can't get players who will improve the team we're not going to bother. We've already got a decent squad, many of whom are going to get better. But we recognise we have to improve.

'I think the fans were genuinely happy with what happened after I came. When you've only got two points from eight games, you're in trouble, aren't you?

*One head turned so violently yesterday he will probably be in a neck brace next time you see him parking in disabled space, is our old mucker, John Terry.

You remember John, don't you? Husband of an arrested wife, son in law of a charged shoplifer and exponent of the world's most hilarious party trick, the ol' whizzing into a pint pot routine when out with the lads.

There's a piece HERE in today's News Of The World suggesting that Citeh have put in a megabid of squillions for his services.

Now what makes this interesting is that Yeovil Town were staging a testimonial for manager Terry Skiverton yesterday. And Eng er land's illustrious hero was scheduled to play.

But cancelled at the last minute.Yeovil were rightly p*ssed at this and on their OS made the following announcement: 'We hope to have a personal statement from John to the Yeovil supporters later today.' Needless to say Terry didn't bother.

What's interesting is a comment left after the piece by a bloke called jake, at 11.33pm last night...

"have just got back from a testimonial game at yeovil town where the main guest star was meant to be John terry, " 1/2 hours before kick off it was announced JT wouldn't be playing and all the talk around the ground was that he was talkn to man city.

There were so many glorious positives today. One was an historic encounter on a park bench in Norwich.

Another was ODM doing  charitable works up in there (Northampton) that Flo Nightingale would be equally proud of. If you have a fancy an enquiry, pm him, he's mustard. He really is.

Others included the very, very commendable nature of the Michael Jackson gags, last night. Nice work, everyone who got stuck in.

Lee Cattermole. I think I'm right in saying I own more interesting shoes.

Chimbomba is apparently 100% off to Blackburn again. So good, I had to say it twice.

Taarabt will go, despite my advice, but only when someone comes in with what they pledge.

Bentley to Villa and Bent to Soondoorland @ around £10 mill a piece.

Here's one for you, my dears...

Old man Levy aggrees a compo deal with Seville in relation to the whole Juande Ramos debacle. He then flogs them Didier Zokora whilst making some very sincere enquiries about some bloke called Freddie Kanoute.

This is potentially very exciting. From a number of perspectives. Zok, widley acknowledged as a bl**dy nice bloke, unfortunately had a genetic flaw which caused him to fall over after travelling with the ball for more than twenty yards. Fred. A man of class.

I don't know anymore than you that Fred would be interested in us again, but I am interested in your thoughts. I have some fond memories of the man. Maybe we could/should swing this?

And clicky THIS too!

I'm not really an exclaimation mark kindda guy. So indulge me, if you will.

One of the most fascinating things for me since I began this blogging lark was the disparate nature of us all. For every teenage girl in Harlow who thinks Modric is the business, there's a law graduate in Cairo who can't believe Rocha didn't get more games.

I have been a very vocal critic of my own tribe. There has been a new wave of support in recent times who unfrotunately appear to be able to muster much more than a ' He's sh*t, mate', when discussing our lot.

Now I might well be dellusional but I still believe that you can always spot the Yids, we're the nice guys (and girls, San). Our complete and utter lack of dominance on the field has created, in the main, a quite unique blend of followers.

Optimistic, unforgiving, witheringly funny, you name it we've got it. By contrast there are notably what Terry Thomas would have called, some absolute rotters following some of the others.

And therein lies my blog. Peter Cook? How in the name of Jehovah could he have supported anyone else? Jamie Oliver? That lisping git was a Gooner from the dark stormy night it was  part baked concieved.

This is the Internet and we can all access these lists of Famous Fans so I won't tell you but rather ask you to join in, this is your blog, I am merely but an 'umble (sometimes) vessel. 

Let's name names. Tottenham ones and not so Tottenham ones and give us your thoughts on them if you like. Perhaps this would be a great opportunity to 'out' a few nurks, so a wider audience can realise who they're dealing with.