The Mass Hysteria Surrounding my Sophomore Effort

Much to my surprise, this blog was met with enthusiasm that has officially reached fever pitch. Please stop begging me to update, okay?

Please post your wish list of what you would like to see in my story. Since I am such a bad writer, and will be so desperate for ideas, they will likely find their way in. So was the story of the werewolves in Paris, Zack Attack, Jorje McGiño and Ike Masurkevitch.

Forty-two days, faithful readers!

Until then, my loving fans, enjoy this picture of the original Flying Dutchman Ruud van Nistelrooy, courtesy of my new favourite thing in life, the Kickette blog.

For those of you that don't recall, Olga had this to say about Nisty:

"The entrance gates to Anfield Stadium, called the Shankly Gates, read “You’ll Never Walk Alone.” The Kopites have sung this song before and at the end of every game since the 60’s. Wouldn’t that be a great guarantee, knowing that you’ll never be alone, and that someone will always walk with you and help you weather the storm? We all have to walk alone sometimes, but sometimes we need someone to pick us up and carry us the rest of the way. For some people, that’s God. For me, it’s Ruud van Nistelrooy."

Too true, Olgsy. Too true.