Life! featured the prodigal grandsons of Chiang Ching-guo - Chiang Yo-po (蔣友柏) and Chiang Yo-chang (蔣友常). Apparently, they're Taiwan's (who'd have you think Asia's) answer to Britain's Prince William and Prince Harry. Instead of toting Nazi armbands, they model self-designed scarves instead. Cute. Needless to say, tabloids have it that they get mobbed by sex crazed women on the streets, after flaunting their assets (scarves okay?!) in print. So naturally they get to complain to the press and land themselves a second page article which poor sods like me have to read because there's only one sorry english daily. Right. That's very fair. I'm sure there's a good reason why I can't model scarves, land on a news article and get mobbed by female admirers. Like Clarke Kent's father once uttered, one's reason on Earth is not to score touchdowns. Do I sound bitter? I'm not bitter. Really.

I have no idea why but I simply loathe Mourinho. This is definitely odd, because I'm not even a fan of the sport. A bunch of men chasing a ball with an identity crisis (And let's not forget a poor fashion sense. Black and white? That's so last last last season.) around a field? A gadzillion soaking bodies pressed together to watch said ball roll around and try to slam itself into a goal 100 times its size? Not exactly my concept of fun. As for my displeasure at Arrogant Mourinho, well, a pic says a thousand words.

I need therapy. Yes.