The end of the party.

I suppose it was inevitable really but it's still hard to take in. Cheryl has finally given Ash the boot.

I am concerned that the dancer she spent time with in the states has got his own dog. I hope she's not going to abandon me and move to LA for six months especially if she kicks Ash out of the house. I'll either end up at Battersea dogs home or living with her bloody mother. Out will go the trendy coffee bars and in will come greasy spoons in the northern wastelands.

I'm hoping it will just be a trial separation which will help to sell Cheryl some extra albums and help Ash avoid a tough punishment from Chelsea. May be if Ash finds god, does some charity work and wins the World Cup for England Cheryl might see him in a new light and take him back. But I'm not really holding my breath on that one. 

There are lots of rumours about Ash looking for a new club but I think his options are limited especially in this country, He can't got back to Arsenal, Man City already have a left back, and Man U and Liverpool are to skint to pay his wages. So is only really option in the premiership would be Spurs. If he can't find a new team over here it would hae to be Barcelona or Real Madrid. I'm not really sure I want to go to Spain especially if I have to spend 6 months in quarantine.

 I think I'll be having a very troubled nights sleep tonight. I may have to resort to sucking my own cock for comfort.