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Sydney is probably my favourite city in the world. This is just one of the reasons why.

Winner of the UK landscape photography competition (yeah, that auspicious award). In all seriousness, if I picture heaven, this is what I think it looks like. Gods own country.

Who says we don't have a God of the Gaps philosophy?

Oh, here's something we can't explain, and until we can...we'll say God did it.

My temporary home can get stuffy of an evening (the owner described it as 'bijoux') so I often find myself sat on the balcony taking in the views and fresh air. I sit here overlooking a portion of London I'm not familiar with, nor do I want to be because of it's ominous council blocks. I sit here in expectation of something brilliant happening; a constant disappointment. I feel like this balcony owes me a view, but constantly fails to deliver. So, I sit as a modern day Lowry, reflecting on the ordinary people - the matchstick men with matchstick dogs. It's not pretty but it's true.

This is England.

Some potentially bad news. I might be without Internet for a couple of weeks. I'll update when I can.

I love my Massimo Dutti shirt. I bought it last week and have washed and worn it three times since. If I had to chose one word to describe it, that word would simply be 'sex'.

I got sick and tired of turning round to the mirror in the gents and seeing my "classic fit" shirt (read: box-fit rag) all over the place stuffing out of my trousers, ballooning up everywhere like one of those fucking imitation sumo suits. Is it so much to ask that a shirt should actually fit to my back in that nice clean V-shape?

Well, it appears only Massimo Dutti (from the same company as Zara) have figured it out properly and aren't going to charge you £100 for it either. You probably won't find them anywhere but London (although I haven't researched that at all) but they are well worth the journey. Just as an example, when I was queueing the guy in front of me had brought a coffin-sized bag to put his £2500 shopping spree in. Granted, I got bored of watching every piece of the menswear line get folded and wrapped in tissue, so I sat down for a while, checked a few emails, rang a friend and puffed my cheeks a fair bit; but it is testament to how awesome the place is.

THIS is one of the best shows I've seen about the global recession. I'm hugely biased though, having seen a fair chunk of chaos from the inside, and now clearing up after it working for the government.

(The pic is of Lehman staff hearing it's game over in the London office - 30 mins later some were either taking the short walk to the Canary Wharf tube station next door or handing out CVs in the bars over the wharf)

I'm off to Elland Road on Saturday to watch the boys crush Charlton and send us clear at the top of League One (hopefully). I totally missed last season and didn't see a game at all, which I feel pretty poor about, but then again I went nearly 7 months without seeing any family so I guess I had my priorities in the right order. This season's different though, and not only am I ready to re-pledge my true fan status with a handful of home games, but I genuinely feel a real buzz about the club that I reckon will culminate in promotion to the Championship. It's been a long hard slog and turning the club round from the freefalling debt days has been like turning the proverbial oil tanker - slow.

So, fingers crossed for this Saturday; keep them crossed until May.

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