Too old, too tired Four nights out in a row have shown me that I am now an elderly gentleman and should act accordingly. Another quiet weekend is a huge probability me thinks.

My laptop has crashed and burned and therefore I rather uneasily won't be a slave to it this weekend. Perhaps I could watch some previously recorded Winter Olympic action on NBC, oh how I enjoyed telling everyone in the office yesterday that their American girl didn't win the Figure Skating gold. "How do you know that?" "Because it was this afternoon," I said. "It can't be. It's on live tonight!"

So no internet commentary for tomorrow's sell out Villa game. When's Rommedahl back? My, our physio's know how to drag out an injury don't they?

It's the Oscars in just over a week, so I may take the opportunity this weekend to go and watch a movie and if I can get the bleedin' builders out of my place, I may even do some painting. I also have this overwhelming desire to total up all the miles I have flown in the last 12 months. We will see how bored I get.

Sunday morning sees our 6-a-side outfit play our final 'regular' game of the indoor winter season. We lie in 2nd on goal difference and play the bottom team who have somehow managed to gain -3 points!

The Quarter Final game against Boro will be played on Thursday 22nd at the BBC dictated time of 8.05pm. This date also means a couple of Saturday games switching to Sundays, which most people are rolling their eyes at but it might mean that they get screened here.

If Sven is not too busy dining out with the Arabs on Saturday night, he will announce his squad for next week's Uruguay friendly international. Addick fans have been debating if Darren Bent will get his first start. What odds will you give me that he picks up another splinter from the bench and not a thoroughly well deserved cap?  ¶ 15:47