Had Saturday 7th May all planned out, this is the day of my 23rd Wedding Anniversary, arranged for the Wife, Sister and Brother in Law to spend the day in the Waddo with ample drinking and a pub crawl afterwards, now I will need to organise a run of the mill meal and evening out on the 7th. On another note for the Arsenal game, I hope the oatcake publish the words to Swing Low so erveybody in the ground can sing a rugby song to ARSEne.
Yes must sing Swing Lo or at least hum the 'Chariots of Fire' to those muppets from North London. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, and what did I see? Coming for to carry me home, A band of angels coming after me, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. If you get there before I do, Coming for to carry me home, Tell all my friends I’m coming, too. Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. I’m sometimes up and sometimes down, Coming for to carry me home, But still my soul feels heavenly bound, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home. The brightest day that I can say, Coming for to carry me home, When Jesus washed my sins away, Coming for to carry me home. Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home, Swing low, sweet chariot, Coming for to carry me home.
Bloody hell, Now I have to ask the boss if I can work on the Sat NOT Sunday. Otherwise, I throw a sicky! Arsenal, the telly, swing low, whinging Manager and fans, we might ruin their title chances. I can't wait.
