Today was FA Cup Final Day!

And what a day it was. Wow.

I’m kidding, I didn’t watch the match or any of the three hour build-up the BBC deem necessary to slap into the schedules. Heard the result though, which was exactly what I thought it’d have been. Portsmouth beat Cardiff City. Ta-da! Laurel wreaths all round. There’s some fantastic news though, in that the English fan contingent were so amazingly respectful of the Welsh ‘Land of my Fathers’ song that was performed before kick-off that they booed right through it. Good on ya, you bunch of idiots. Hope you all fall down a well.

So what was I doing that was so bloody important? Have a guess. No, wha– why would I be doing that? Weirdo. No, I was once again Jamie Roberts: Professional Hermit for Hire. Sat in my office (which, rather handily, doubles as my bedroom) at my PC for many hours, illustrating like a madman. Not literally. I mean, the artwork would no doubt be childlike and possibly give some kind of insight into my twisted mind. No, I meant intensely. Forgoeing the usual daily tasks like breakfast, lunch, showering and stepping outside of the house, I managed to be twice as productive as normal. Shame I can’t show anything at this stage.

So tomorrow is a good day. I have a new project to get my teeth into, which reprises a… I hasten to say ‘franchise’, so maybe ’series’ is better… that I very much enjoyed working on the first time. Also tomorrow, my friend and housemate Dave is running the Manchester Run (probably not its official title), which is something like 10K. Good luck, says I. No doubt I’ll be cheering the wheezing sod along, safe in the knowledge that my dodgy knee prevented me from entering alongside him. Hahaha!

As a treat tonight, I let myself finish working around 8.00 and endulged in some Chinese chicken foo young and Identity. That’s a film, not a post-modern Chinese dish. Been meaning to watch it for a while, but it’s one of those movies where someone told me the twist as soon as they saw it, so I was in no great hurry. It was pretty much your average suspense/thriller tat, and John Cusack once again did a sterling job of looking a bit pissed off in the pouring rain. The twist might have been impressive if I hadn’t heard about it years ago. Everything else was pretty much predictable. Ah well, it passed the time.

Boing! Time for bed. Update tomorrow — yeah, tomorrow.

I know.