Come on City!

Four bottles of wine plus some Jamie Oliver inspired curried roast chicken led to a very silly afternoon round at my sister's flat. Bearing in mind that there were five of us, and I don't drink!

I spent a good couple of hours staring impatiently at the Sky Sports app on my iPod, watching as Man City looked to actually be bottling it and lose to QPR, only to get an equaliser and a winner deep into injury time. COME ON CITY!
Any occasion when Scum don't winning the league is excellent in my opinion, coupled with the fact I had a flatmate at university who is a City fan, so I have a bit of a soft spot for them (I must do, I went out to the pub with her to watch them once despite having a horrible sore throat and cold! On that occasion I seem to remember them getting battered by some lower league team and me giving her reasonable amounts of grief.)