Dear Diary... May 2004

Monday 31st May - Row row row the boat, but not gently down the stream

Life is anything but a dream, to be honest. It's real, and the reality is that I need to get in shape and lose a little weight so that I can feel a bit healthier, so I did the decent thing this weekend and invested in a rowing machine to help me kickstart my aim to get fitter. As it happened, there was one that was reduced in Argos from £69 to £49, most excellent. The only snag was that when I got home and unpacked it, there were two sets of instructions, one of which was supposed to replace the other, but had lots of steps missing on it so you actually weren't sure which way round to do it. Bah! After two frustrating hours later, it was finally made and secure, so I had a quick go on it and realised very quickly just how unfit I was. However, I was not to be deterred and soon I was doing five minutes' worth of rowing along. What makes it fun is that you can adjust the strength of the pneumatic cylinders, making it easier or harder to pull along. Once it was corrected, I was away, and this morning I managed a five minute burst of 218 metres (well, it displayed 0.218km but it wasn't that difficult to work out).

I went up to Hollingworth Lake this afternoon to take some time out and relax. With it being a public holiday and with the weather being really warm, the families were out in their masses, with children happily playing by the lake shores, not venturing in too far, and generally having a nice time. Made a change to see everyone enjoying themselves and it not being like Clampetts Day Out or something similar. As I walked around and the sun shone, it just felt the perfect way to take myself away and chill out. There were also lots of canoes and boats out, some people were brave enough to row a boat out, well I did think about it myself! After all, sneak in a bit of extra practice and row like mad. Mind you, I think I did at least two miles' worth of walking, both around the lake and to/from Smithy Bridge train station - it's the nearest stop to the lake itself - and as some of that is uphill, that certainly did wonders for my legs. Now I just have to sort out the food diet out and try and cut down on the really fatty stuff, and snacks wherever possible. That's not going to be so easy, but nonetheless I can't have what isn't there, so that's my psychological side coming out I guess. Just have to see how it goes..

And no, I didn't win the triple rollover lottery, sadly. I had a good go and only got one number, but I did manage to get three on the Wednesday draw, so I suppose it'd be a bit too much to ask to have two wins inside a week. I just wish I had won a share of the jackpot (some £3.6m each!) which meant I'd have happily paid off my mortgage, retired from work miles earlier, and did all the things in life I want to do. Oh, and actually finish my novel. More news on that next month..

Thursday 27th May - I don't believe it!

Well, it's been mad busy this week, with hand in deadlines, and various other jobs to do for me at work, not least of all setting up a couple of new PCs and ensuring one of our servers didn't run out of space! All in a week's work, I guess, but it's nice to see that at least it's still busy with plenty to do. I also had to do an unusual order or two - and it's all down to the DSE (display screen environments) assessments as part of a Health and Safety review. As part of the review it's recommended certain equipment is ordered to make life easier. For example, a lot of the flat screen TFT monitors we have now have to sit on monitor risers for the correct height, and not just that, I had to source some keyboards that don't have a numeric keypad! Quite unusual, but I found that keyboard manufacturer Cherry did one, looked pretty neat, although the price wasn't. Now I'm all one for Health anfd Safety normally, but some of the recommendations they suggest are just ludicrous. I mean, who needs a five button mouse? No one. I can see the benefits of some people using a trackball mouse, a friend of mine does and he finds it easier to use, although I always tend to over reach with the hand when using one. Still, each to their own I suppose.

Coupling is thankfully still surviving without one of the main cast, Richard Coyle (he played Jeff, the weird one). This week's episode was excellent, not least as my now favourite character, Sally, got a fair chunk of the episode, not least the song she sang near the end which was hilarious. Call me shallow if you like, but nonetheless the way Kate Isitt, who plays her, says "where are you going?" is just so.. sexy. I don't know why. It just is. I'm not going to spoilt it for those in the US or those who don't have digital in the UK and can't get BBC Three, but there are many good one-liners in there, not least at the expense of new character Oliver's nipple problems (!) and Kate Isitt really has matured more in her acting style this series. Maybe that's why I've grown to like her over the four series as I can see her developing even more as a quality actress. I was so gutted I missed out when she did theatre at the Royal Exchange in Manchester, must check sometime to see if she's doing theatre soon.

That's always the test of a true actor/actress, to see if they can actually cut it in the theatre, where there's no second take, no chance to make up for fluffing lines, it has to be out there, first time, delivered with the right amount of humour, wit or emotion where possible. I can always remember a few years ago seeing a production of the excellent Waiting For Godot, and lo and behold no less than Richard Wilson was playing one of the main roles. And he was really, really good. It only upped my estimation of him, not least because he commanded the presence of the stage and all who watched from the round that the Exchange is. There are many other examples, I remember back in 1992 I saw An Ideal Husband there (well, it is Oscar Wilde!) and Brenda Blethyn was excellent in it then, never mind the superb actress she is now. Just goes to show, class never fails wherever. A bit like Morrissey, really.

Sunday 23rd May - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out, And His Name is Morrissey

It's almost twenty four hours since a friend and I entered the Manchester Evening News Arena to see Morrissey, and to be honest, I am still buzzing from seeing the legend perform once more in Manchester. You see, the last time he toured Manchester was the Apollo in 1992, and I was there to see him put on a superb show with everyone going completely mental. It was one of those shows that you could be proud to say that you were at. I'm still ill just thinking about it.

All day I'd been patiently walking around the house, listening to the CDs, waiting for the moment to head out into town. And as I headed into Manchester, I had my t-shirt from the Apollo 92 gig, and Morrissey fans everywhere either gave me a smile or went "f****g excellent t-shirt!". I guess it's the special bond Morrissey fans have, I suppose. It was so good to see quite a few people with t-shirts on and they were just as enthusiastic as me.

By tradition, I really hate Arena concerts, they're just too big, you feel too anonymous, and on the whole the sound quality isn't that good as a small, more intimate venue (which the Apollo still is, it holds around 3,500) but it's Morrissey calling me, and just after 7pm, my friend and I take our seats at the Arena and get ready for the support acts. Damien Dempsey was pretty good, although we missed a fair chunk of his set (which was a bit of a shame - he sounded promising) and then after a short wait, Franz Ferdinand. Mark my words, this band are going places. Their album's pretty good, but when it's played live, it really jumps out to you with sparks of energy and enthusiasm, and when they played their hit single "Take Me Out" everyone was really getting into the mood. One song was devoted to someone, and they actually were in the audience, which was pretty neat. If you haven't seen Franz Ferdinand yet - do go and see them.

But we waited and waited for Morrissey, and just after 9pm we hear this Liverpudlian girl go on about all sorts of things with a tune in the background, the lights dim, and up flashes Morrissey in twelve foot high lighting (much like the Elvis comeback gigs of 1969 if you've ever seen footage of that). It looked fantastic, and before long on came Morrissey and the band. And what a start, he started a little bit of "My Way" completely solo, before they lurched into a top notch rendition of "First of the Gang to Die". That was pretty good to start with, and before long he was saying how nice it was to be back in Manchester, with greetings to people of various Manchester districts. Then, the first surprise of the night, an early B-side, "Hairdresser on Fire." That really did set the place alight at the true Moz diehards sang along wonderfully and set the spine tingling. As did the single "Irish Blood English Heart" which really did set the tone going as people who were standing were now rocking the place big time.

It was too much for me to ask to get Smiths songs, right? Nope, surprise number two was right around the corner with "The Headmaster Ritual" which was played superbly, but then one superb highlight, he started off with "Subway" and then it blended seamlessly into a fantastic version of "Everyday Is Like Sunday" where the whole crowd were singing the chorus. It made you feel proud to be there. And, not content with that, a bit later on in the show, a Smiths B-side, "Rubber Ring" which really sounded fresh with the band doing a darned fine job. Of course, that really got the diehard amongst us with great big grins on our faces. He played a brand new song "Don't Make Fun of Daddy's Voice" which was very tongue-in-cheek and well done. And at points like this is the problem with arena concerts. It didn't feel as intimate as it should, despite Morrissey's best efforts, and the crowd's who were almost all stood up despite being in their seats and really enjoying themselves big time. I guess it's the price you have to pay, but even so...

After a while, it was then on to a cover version, and he playfully asked the audience to guess what it was. No one did manage it, and after some research when I got home, I found it was a version of Raymonde's "No One Can Hold A Candle To You". Now, the bloke who sings in Raymonde used to be a go-go dancer in the very very early days of The Smiths, and a good friend of Morrissey, apparently. So nice to give him some payback. Apparently the Raymonde album made it to CD in the USA, so I might just have to be on a hunt for that, heaven knows the prices on eBay for that will make me miserable now.

At several points in between songs the crowd were chanting "Morrissey, Morrissey, Morrissey.." (like the Here We Go football chant) and after playing one song he said "that's a beautiful song" - then looked at the audience chanting and said: "No, _that's_ a beautiful song". And later on when the fans chanted again he blushed and went "Oh, stop it!" which was really sweet. After a great version of the B-side "Jack The Ripper" (long been a live favourite, that one) it was then on into more Smiths territory with "A Rush and a Push and the Land Is Ours" and not content with that, after another track off the new album, just a spinetingling moment as he rocked out with "Shoplifters of the World Unite". The whole crowd sang the chorus and really went for it so he could hear them, and it was so much emotion and passion in there - I almost lost my voice singing that one alone. He then went off stage for a little while, and then came back on for - of all things - "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out", which was awesome. I wanted to cry. It was completely lovely. He went off at the end and let the band wind down and throw drumsticks etc into the crowd. In fact, Moz himself actually threw three shirts into the crowd that he'd worn during the concert, which resulted in the usual melee with people trying to get a piece of it.

Also, on every seat was a set of five Morrissey badges, with one of them saying "He stole our hearts away 22/05/04" - with the lyric being from "First Of The Gang To Die". I'll be keeping those very safe indeed, for obvious reasons. I am just still shell-shocked. Morrissey is the man, and not only did he come home, but triumphantly, with a superb concert and not just one for the diehard fans either - I think everyone would have gone home pretty pleased with themselves. Like my friend said to me it was worth it just to hear "Shoplifters.." live, never mind anything else. That's how good it was. And if you're going to see him, then you will absolutely love it. I promise.

Thursday 20th May - Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps

Well, the second episode of Coupling was on BBC3 the other night, and having watched the first one and being a bit gutted that it didn't fulfil potential and seemed to miss the character Jeff too much, Monday night's episode was on completely top form and right up there with the best ones of the lot. Hopefully it can be kept up for the rest of the series, and it's a good sign to show that sometimes you can lose a main character and still make a series workable. It helps of course that the other five main characters have stayed on, and indeed Gina Bellman does such a good job playing Jane that you really think "I hate that bitch Jane!". But I'll go against my usual convention of liking dark haired women and say that there's something so nice about Kate Isitt, who plays Sally. Don't ask me why, it's just either the tinge of red hair that is passionate and fiery, or the fact that in interviews she seems very nice off-screen, as well as being a good actress. In any case, the series is back and for those of you who don't have access to digital television in the UK, I just hope it's not too long before it airs on BBC2. I think it's a deliberate plan by the BBC to put quite a few series on BBC3 first so that you'll fork out on some form of digital service, and with Freeview boxes being available for less than £50 now, it's an ideal way if you want digital television without a dish or the expense of say Sky or NTL. I've had my Nokia Freeview box for over a year, and it's been rock solid, and well worth the dosh.

I must admit I'm getting really excited about Saturday as I go to see Morrissey. It's going to be awesome, I just know it. The first time he's played Manchester in twelve years and the fact the Manchester Evening News Arena sold out so quickly (around an hour!) and the fans are travelling from all corners of the world (including Japan and the USA) tells you how important this concert is. I have a feeling that certain places in Manchester on the Saturday are just going to be completely inundated with fans, such as Salford Lads Club, where of course The Smiths had their picture taken for The Queen Is Dead, and so on. The new album's rather good, and while it'll be nice to have lots of tracks from that, I'd really love some old stuff from his back catalogue, and if there's any Smiths stuff, the whole Arena is going to be one of complete awe and going mental. The last time I saw him at Liverpool Royal Court, he played Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me, and you can pretty much imagine how much that went down. Oh yes. Amazing was the understatement. So if you're going to the Arena, see you there!

Monday 17th May - Mancunian Blood, English Heart, No Soul

Listening to the new Morrissey album tonight (see my review) I pondered a few things in my head that have happened to me the last few days. First off, why is it that we, the British, at the sign of any good weather, go to the beach almost like lemmings? The unfortunate crash on the A23 back from Brighton made me think that it just takes one day of sunshine for everyone to try and take advantage, as if it's an unknown occurrence. Last summer should be enough to suggest it's not going to be, and even here in Manchester, rain has been non-existent to say the least. Heaven knows what would happen if we topped the hundred degree mark again. And of course, too many people without adequate sun protection on as well.

Secondly, why do so many films go into CGI overload and forget where the plot happens to be? If you really want an example, go and see Van Helsing at the cinema. On second thoughts, don't. To say I was bitterly disappointed was an understatement: the whole idea of the story and plot seemed too far fetched, and relied heavily on graphics generated sequences rather than real blood and guts doing the business. It just wasn't handled the right way whatsoever, with dull casting, an excuse to emphasise Kate Beckinsale's cleavage in a desparate attempt to gain the male viewer's attention, and a really over the top sequence for one of the first main battles, and it just seemed like someone decided to forget where the story was. I think you get the idea: it just didn't move me in any way, and the fact that kids of twelve or thirteen enjoyed it showed all I needed to know: if Hollywood aim a movie at the 12A market, that's what you're going to end up with being as the fanbase of the film. I just thought it was an insult to my intelligence - and I've not stopped managing to find holes to pick in it.

Thirdly, why are Manchester City just the most frustrating team in the world to follow? I sometimes wonder just why, but when the chance came up to watch us against Everton in the last game of the season, I jumped at the chance: I hadn't seen City lose when I'd been there, so here was me hoping. Half an hour gone, City cruising at 2-0 up, and the Everton fans were actually leaving the ground, that was how bad they were. "Worst support we've ever seen" taunted the City faithful, and how right they were. From the opening kick off they were virtually silent, with no passion or wish to generate any atmosphere (and Everton fans, a friend of mine supports them, and when I've been with them to Goodison, the same, death-like atmosphere. Sort it out, Gwladys Street Enders!) As bad as their team may have done, this is where they need the fans. Most of them had gone home after Sibierski had made it 4-1, and for those that stayed and saw Wright-Phllips crash home a superb fifth, the humiliation for them was complete. I did feel sorry for them, as their team really gave no effort or even looked like giving their fans a bit of pride, and that's what hurt them the most, I guess. While we weren't briliant, we were controlling the midfield well (Bosvelt had a stormer of a game, he and Barton look the business together) and on the positive side, Wanchope and Anelka's up front partnership seems to be blossoming quite nicely: it's been four goals in three games for Paulo, if that tells you anything. Still, roll on August and the new season - can't be any worse than the one I endured, anyway.

Lastly, why does the summer bring out even more slappers than normal? On my way home from the cinema on Friday night everywhere you went there were slappers trying to compete with each other in short skirts with ruffly bits and tops that showed their overweight bellies and piercings, and emphasised their breasts. There's looking sexy and feminine, and then there's just looking like a tart, and sadly to say, there's too many that cross the line and head into the slapper zone. A lot of blokes are also no better, with their striped shirts that need ironing, and their identikit haircuts trying to look oh so cool but instead they just look idiots who are desparate for a shag. What a change it was to see a couple walking down the road, with the woman wearing a long flowing skirt, and a short sleeved fitted blouse, and that not only did she look feminine, but beautiful with it, in a natural way. If you ask me, the nice ones know that being yourself is the nicest way that you can be, shame there's so many out there that need convincing..

Ah well. What do I know? I listen to Morrissey, don't I? But I don't care. I also listen to many other forms of music too, and I hate pigeon holing myself as a fan of one genre. If there's something out there that makes me feel an emotion of some sort, it usually tugs me in the right way and makes me sit up and take notice. And there's many things that make me do that in life - we just have to go out and locate them. I prescribe some Nick Cave for you. There. Done.

Tuesday 11th May - It feels no different being two to the power of five

Well, yesterday I officially became two to the power of five, in other words, thirty two. Yes, another year older, and strangely it didn't feel like I'd aged at all. Maybe I'm not as bothered by it anymore and just accept the years as they come now. Well, maybe that's the theory anyway. I guess as well that in reality as long as I feel no different inside, age is actually completely immaterial, and that I am me and people just have to accept that. So there.

I did get some very nice presents from my friends and family though: a stack of DVDs, including Tenacious D's Complete Masterworks, both Bill and Ted films (excellent! - cue mad guitar playing), Sleepless in Seattle, Fraggle Rock (well, being such a fan of anything Muppet related that just really had to be done) and I also treated myself to The Last Samurai as well. I passed one of the local Blockbuster places, and amazingly they actually had it for the same low price as play.com - so it was mine immediately. I'll have to definitely find time to sit down and watch that one. I also got a few CDs as well, great to fill in some gaps in my collection: Dido's "Life For Rent", Badly Drawn Boy's "The Hour of Bewilderbeast", New Order's "In Session" (excellent new Radio 1 session stuff of some of their classics), MC Solaar's new album "Mach 6", Johnny Cash's "American III: Solitary Man" (pretty intense) and I treated myself with some HMV vouchers that I got to some more CDs, namely both CD singles of the new Morrissey single, the new 50 Foot Wave mini album, and Nick Cave's "No More Shall We Part", which was pretty good to get for just £4-99, reduced. Excellent stuff.

I also got some books, some clothes, and this really nice collage painting of parts of the old Manchester City ground, Maine Road, it's really intriguing and well done. My brother (who managed to find it for me) told me that the artist only made five of them, so I suppose I'm really lucky to have one, and it's a souvenir like no other as well of what was once the place I used to be quite a few Saturdays over quite a few seasons. Passing it now and seeing the whole place demolished does make me feel very sad inside, almost as if part of me has gone along with it - all the memories, the special games, the atmosphere and the banter, general things like that. Ironically, as I just typed that, the New Order CD of the Radio 1 sessions I mentioned has just got to Joy Division's "Atmosphere" - what a classic tune it was in its day, and even now with Barney doing the vocal duties, it still has that awesome immense power that makes you want to smile and cry at the same time. I don't care what anyone says - I agree with John Peel when he says it's one of the best songs ever written. Ever. Does all you need to and gives you the emotions you need to feel at the right time.

Thursday 6th May - Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!

Well, what a week and a half so far. First off, I went to see Bill Bailey on Monday night, and he was most excellent (as I thought he'd be). He's not just very funny as a comedian, but can also play a variety of instruments and implement them into his comedy sketches in a really good way. He's a little bit off the wall, but nonetheless that just adds to the appeal. While taking the mickey out of phones being on hold, he came up with the message "You have dialled the Axis of Evil. While you are on hold why not think about Axis of Evil life insurance?" and so on, which was pretty good. But some of the songs he did to back up his theories were pretty good: such as the fact Americans spend more on porn than most Third World countries make for themselves, and hence the anthemic "I will not look at titties for a year" based on that fact. There was also a very direct dig about mobile phones and texting (that got my approval straight away) with the song that went "I tried to text you on a Monday, but you didn't get it till Tuesday, cos the network was busy.. I tried to text you on a Thursday, but you didn't get it till Friday, because you'd switched your phone off." and ending with the fact that he'd used predictive text and the message came out all gobbledygook, something that those who use it can well appreciate - I imagine. But the best bit was at the end, where he decided to create the new National Anthem (basically Zip-a-dee-doo-dah) in the style of Portishead. And that was funny, especially the deliberate pause just to play the singular triangle note, and that worked well. I just wish The Lowry wasn't so pricey for drinks, it really isn't cheap, but the seat I had did have a cracking view of the stage (mental note: front circle for the Lyric Theatre is the place to go) as well as being near to the exit for that interval loo dash (and as women in particular will testify, queueing for the loo during an interval is a long time..)

So that was good. What was amazingly even better was Barenaked Ladies' performance at Manchester Apollo on Wednesday night. Now I'd managed to get hold of the special edition (CD plus extra DVD-Audio disc) before the BPI decided to outlaw sites like Play selling US CDs to the UK public (bah!) - and having listened to it quite a bit, I thought it'd be good to see them live again - I saw them back in 2002, and they were good then. And thankfully, they didn't disappoint not one bit. Despite the heavy rain, the Apollo was full and there were lots of people of all ages that came along to enjoy the show. And they did. The support band The Honeymoon were very good indeed, and their songs were nicely performed. They even have an Icelandic singer that thankfully isn't as weird as Bjork is, but she's a good singer and complemented the band perfectly. Then, just after 9pm, on come Barenaked Ladies and it's almost a two hour show of fun and enjoyment which was great to see. They rattled through the openers of Maybe Katie, Too Little Too Late and Alcohol before then doing a nice little improvised number about the exits and how everyone needs to make sure they don't perish. Ed and Steven were on top form, really giving the audience a smile and a laugh along the way, and making sure that we all got entertained. Steven in particular was dancing around the place like an utter lunatic (almost too close to They Might Be Giants' seminal Birdhouse in Your Soul for my liking, mind!), and we had It's All Been Done (the one that now plays in the Argos ads, in case you wondered), Another Postcard and so on. In the middle of the set the whole band got together close up and we had a nice little three song acoustic bit, with For You, Be My Yoko Ono and One Week really being done in a nice way and giving everyone that little relaxing mid-session break. They ended the set with Shopping, which was quite extended from the album, but done in a really cool way so that as the song ended, the band could go off one by one. We didn't get an encore. Oh no. We got two. If that tells you anything, then it tells you that we wanted more and we weren't afraid to show it either. So on they come and do Pinch Me (cue line featuring underwear and all the girlie fans chucking underwear at the band) and If I Had $1,000,000 - lengthily extended due to the inter-verse banter between the band which was quite nice. At the end of that song, Steven belted out, almost operatic style, part of The Smiths' "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" which not many people knew (except me, I was happily singing along, I confess). They came back on for the last time and did Aluminium and Go Home, and it was all over. But it was so much fun that sometimes people need to remember that it's not about image, it's about the music and how well you play live. Well, I definitely enjoyed it, and shock horror, even the local paper defied the UK music press and actually gave them a good review. Read it for yourself if you don't believe me!

Sunday 2nd May - What a relief!

Well, after this weekend, I can breathe a huge sigh of relief to say the least. I went out into town on Saturday afternoon to watch the film Shaun of the Dead (which is really good, definitely well worth your time seeing) - partly as I wanted to see the film, but also partly as I didn't have a ticket for Man City against Newcastle, I didn't want to go through death by in-vision again just in case we happened to lose. Got out of the cinema, and walking back towards Piccadilly Station I asked one City fan what the score was, and he replied with words that were music to my ears: "1-0 to City". I reacted of course: "YESSSSSSSSS! Come on!!" and that made my day even more enjoyable.

Went out to a really nice restaurant in Bramhall last night. Bramhall, you say? But that's a bit posh isn't it? Well, it is, and it isn't. Certainly in one sense there were quite a few people out enjoying themselves and looked well dressed, and certainly not a hint of any slappers whatsoever, and that made a pleasant change to say the least. What wasn't so posh was the prices in the Italian restaurant I went to, called Romulus. Price-wise, about the same as most other Italian restuarants, and in terms of quality, right up there. Certainly the mushroom soup that I had for starters was just mind-blowing, lots of big massive mushrooms in there with a really nice taste to them, and the spaghetti carbonara for my main course was cooked to perfection. Most excellent stuff, and no complaints here - just good Italian food all round. Sometimes it's nice just to munch out rather than spend time in front of the television or just heading down the pub. Of course, here in Manchester, there's a rather nifty little thing you can get in the evening: a GM Evening Rail Ranger. Pay £1-30, and you get unlimited rail travel after 6-30pm on all trains, as long as you stay within the Greater Manchester area, plus free City Centre transfers on the Metrolink tram. That's rather good, actually. Especially as you could theoretically go from Wigan all the way over to Glossop for that price. So last night I could have always gone for a drink in Manchester post-meal, and got the train back home to my stop as well, so that's not too bad eh? Always worth thinking about.

Anyway, with Leeds United getting thrashed by Bolton 4-1 today, it means they and Wolves are six points behind Man City with two games to go. But.. our goal difference is only -2, whereas Wolves and Leeds are -37 and -38 respectively. And I can't see there being a thirty odd goal turnaround, even if we lost our last two games, so effectively we're safe. And as Tottenham lost we're only a point behind them and Everton, so it'd be nice to get a couple of wins in the last two games (one of them is against Everton) and finish above them in the league table so at least we don't end up third bottom of the league. That would be nice. But the important thing is that my beloved team will be playing Premiership football next season. I can pre-order the DVD with a little bit more confidence now, especially as it'll have extended highlights of the 4-1 win against United, most likely...