Jill

I might be able to find a photo I've taken of it to do a calculation, but that seems like a dangerous amount of maths.

Jonas absolutely fucked all my bets yesterday, the lovely bastard. But my mate won on my lucky number 32 at the casino.

YOU'RE GETTING APPOINTED IN THE MORNING

I've been trying to decide all day. I've concluded that I don't really care either way.

You've got this, dude. Stay strong.

Seemed champion from where I was sitting.

Jonas. Everything else, meh. Occupied for a bit afterwards but had to shoot off. Seemed a good turnout.

For the last time: can't I just stay in the pub

Today I am looking forward to: protesting/giving Ashley shit, and my post-match curry. Everything else can fuck off.

I had two wasps in my living room. I don't know what that signifies.

Well last time I was on my way to Villa feeling fully confident we'd stay up. This time I'm already convinced we'll manage to go down so I'm not as nervous.

Quoted to post the photos properly. Also stuck some more on Facebook before, tagged at random. Feel free to tag further or do as you please with them. I'm sunburnt today and I had factor 30 in my bag the whole time.

Been up since 4. You'd think I was excited.

Rocker you massive puff. Blatantly could've played on.

Want photos of Rocker turning up for the night out. Aaalways makes an entrance that lad.

Yorkie's arse & dead Rocker Except I'm rubbish at twitter so it might just be Yorkie's arse.

I took a few photos, will probably upload tomorrow cos my battery is a bit shagged. Questionable quality as always, but nice to see/meet everyone. And I got a Lish cuddle.

Go on Rocker lad.

#prayforrocker

I haven't pissed off without saying bye, just getting a head start on the pub queue.

Blues, convincingly.

Decided I'll probably come to watch solely on the basis of it meaning I'm in the area to get one of those lush pizzas from Four Lane Ends.

Get to Sports Direct.

West Ham/Draw & Hull/Draw State of Emergency, 2.15 Curragh Moonlight Navigator, 2.35 Haydock