Weekend Report

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: yes- score 1-1, so a not-a-lose
• Simpsons: no
• Tesco: yes- Mummy had a sudden choklit need. Her teeth grow bigger wen this happens an it can get scarey. Yu hav to get out the howse an find her sum choklit FAST. Luckily Tesco was still open.... women are WEIRD.
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 12/10 Mummy tried to get me the same time as I got her but I ducked so I get to use the dubble-the-scor rule.
• Overall Score bit scary, really, so 7/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

Yestaday was a bit scary cos there was a Earthquake near where Grandad lives. Not a big wun. We don't do big wuns in England. Just wuns big enuff to knock off chimneys, scare the cats an make peopol move out into tents where they get lots of free tea.

The odd thing is, it happened in KENT an also in SUFFOLK. Well, peeps, I liv in ESSEX, wich is the county in between these two. So how come it skipped us?

Well, folks, I shall tell yu how come........

MY LUCKY KIT!!!!!!

Yes, I am still wearing it. 3 weeks now. In this time the it has enshord the followin:

1. Gillingham hav stopt losing matches


2. I chose the winner of the Grand Nashonal


3. my team won University Challenge


4. a 4.5 earthquake skipt my county an moved on to the next

There! An yu know wat? Mummy STILL keeps telling me to take it off so she can wash it. Tsk! Onnistly, I don't know wat other proof I can giv her.

all hail the lucky kit

Bye fer now!

Weekend Report

Weekend's scores:

• Gills: YES! We won!!!
• Simpsons: no. I wonder wot Lisa gets up to on weekends...
• Tesco: yes
• Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 9/10
• Weekend Score so far: 9.3/10

HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I'm havin a great weekend!!!! Wa-heyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Gillingham beat Chesterfield yestaday (full name Festering Mess in a Chilly Field) by one goal to nothing. Take that! Ha! An we even used wun of our smallest players. That's how great we are.

Meanwhile, I chose the winning horse in the Grand Nashional, at 40-1, which means that Daddy owes me 40 choklit peanuts. He's been hiding ever since. HIS horse fell at the first fence. He rekons it was a fix, but if he had chosen a horse whose rider wore Gillingham colours, he'd hav won like me. So there. As I keep saying, loyalty, loyalty, loyalty.

I noticed that there were several horsies running along with no rider at all. The jockeys had thort better of it at some stage, an jumped off. But the horsies kept going, sum of them even in the lead for a while, jumping over the fences with no trubbol at all. Wich sort of leeds me to arsk the question, what do the jockeys akchewally do? The horsies don't seem to need them. I put this to Daddy, but he sed, if NONE of them had jockeys on them, they wouldn't do enything, they'd just hang around eating grass.

But I'm OK with that. I'd enjoy watching a load of horsies just hanging out in a field eating grass, anyday. It wud be nice an relaxing. An yu could still bet on them, like, wich wun would be the first to do a poo, or wich wun would get the most flies on his eyebrows.

I think the horsies wud enjoy it mor. An the jockeys can all change out of their silly silky sissy stuff, go up the pub for a pint an sum Cornish Pasties, and put a bit of weight on. Then they could start to play a proper sport. Like football.

All wud come right in the end, yu see. Yu jus need a bit of imagination.

Bye fer now!