It's been a fun weekend. After all the week's arguements for and against the current state of football in England the Premiership players obviously took notice and played with a little more desire and with goals flowing, upsets occuring and some general odds and ends watching Match Of The Day on Saturday night was, for once, interesting.

Friday and some of Saturday have meant working on the new and improved Def Leppard Bootleg Guide, my own little homage to one of my favourite bands. It needed a lot of work and a new look. Still a lot of work to go on it but working Friday night, listening to their music as I worked was a pleasurable experience.

Having been working on design templates all regular readers will have noticed a fairly major change in the layout of the site from time to time. Before anyone comments it should be said that if you haven't noticed the change then don't worry, you will!

 It all started 20 odd years ago. I was playing football on the drive with a few friends. I scored a beautiful goal, running onto a loose ball. Sadly, I also went straight into a window.

My front tooth broke, taking a nice slice out of it. Plenty of blood and pain followed and a rather odd feeling in my mouth. Having a bit of tooth missing takes a little getting used and I had the best part of a week to get used to it before the dentist fixed it.

And it's not about being here for the end of the Ashes or being in a bette time zone to keep an eye on the Eagles well and truly stuffing the 49ers. It's all about money.

Having not worked that much while away (I did some but don't tell the tax man) there's tax rebates to be had. The joys of filling in forms and trying to account for where I've been for the last 9 months. These people don't like the idea of someone not working. They're happy to take money and reluctant but willing to hand it out when I'm not working but pay tax and national insurance for 10 years then just stop and don't claim any benefits and people get worried, alarm bells ring and when you re-appear questions are asked.