Woke up early today and managed to avoid any football results so it didn't spoil my taped-delay viewing of the Wolves vs Spurs game being aired at the Cat & Fiddle Pub. I arrived just after the kick off, and there were a load of people in there already, mostly in Spurs shirts, and all connected together by the 'LASpurs'. Bit of a dull gem, but at least we got a win. Started chatting to a few of the locals, all Spurs fans. Rolfe and Graham, two English guys who set the supporter's club up about 6 years ago, invited me to join them at another bar after the game. It was a really nice Mexican bar with great food. I'll definitely be going back there.

We parted ways and I popped to another bar I've been to before. I got talking to some guy from El Salvador, and his friend from Guatemala. After moving on to Dillon's Irish bar, I'd forgotten my own rules, and thought it'd be a great idea to get a tattoo at the studio down the road.

In hindsight, this was probably a bad idea, as I now have a c*** on a beach ball just above my waist. It was time to come home.

This could've been longer, had I remembered anything else.