Broken Cars, Broken Footballers and Every Heart Broken

So the time finally came to leave Leicester and head back to my Aintree ghetto, albeit a bit later than planned due to a broken car and lazy mechanics shutting down for the bank holiday weekend! Sorry to sound unenthusastic about staying in Leicester an extra few days but I am, so it probably comes across that way.

Anyway the two weeks before travelling can probably be best summed as going from c*** to 'kok, not a reference to Andy Smith but to meeting Championship bench warmer and general nuisance Joey Barton in an absolutely rammed Leicester nightclub on Monday. I'm not sure why he was there, he says he was there for the horse races but last I checked they took place in a field in Oadby not in Liquid, although judging by the girls on display that night I suppose it was an easy mistake to make.

Apart from getting paralytically drunk, starring at disgustingly ugly strippers with growths on their rear and abusing the England football team on Facebook not much else has happened. I have downloaded some awesome tunes for the summer, Sander van Doorn's Identity Essential Part 3 has the best collection of trance music I've ever heard and I've waved a couple of idiot mates away who are heading to the USA to coach kids at footbaTll for the summer. This must surely be a long-term plan by The FA to ensure that the USA never achieve footballing heavyweight status.

I'm in Aintree for about a week before heading down to Leicester for the Summerball, free tickets have arrived courtesy of Heidi from the Sugababes so it should be a nice send off before heading to Bangkok. Before the trip to the BKK I get to watch the USA destroy England in the World Cup and spend a night amongst illegals in Croydon town, although none of this will be happening unless I get my visa sorted which should be done on Tuesday.

Signed,

Norbert Simko
Official Reporter of Thailand Sessions 2010