On one of his more productive days, my colleague, Karl, spent an afternoon playing around in Microsoft Paint (we can’t afford a licence for Adobe Photoshop). Using a photo of me and a picture of Butters from South Park, he came up with this wonderful piece of graphical design.
“What is the point in this?” I hear you cry. Well according to my colleagues at work; I am the living, real-life Butters, and have inadvertently acquired it as a nickname amongst Karl and Sam. The likeness they see is surely down to the fact Butters and I both have blonde hair; I can’t see any personality similarities – Butters is dumb and naive, and I’m…
I wouldn’t normally put such a silly thing on my blog, but Karl spent so much time making this, I thought I would give his work some justice.
I spent the day winding up my colleague Sam at work. Friday night, the whole network team went out to La Flamenca; and while most of us went home after our meal, a few went to a pub where the drinks flowed.
By all accounts, Samuel had one too many shots of Schnapps. I received the news of his drunken escapades, and spent most of today making the poor lad paranoid about what he may, or may not have said while intoxicated.
Good thing Bath City were playing away on Saturday, and I decided to leave at 11pm; otherwise I too may have been regretting a late, drunken Friday night.
A photo (alleged) to have been taken of Sam on Friday
I have just finished wrestling with a Christmas tree I bought from Argos. You really do get what you pay for, and evidentially £7.49 is not enough. I actually had to snap the flimsy plastic tree stands into place and Blu-tack them down. After much swearing and knife stabbing (yes, really), the tree is assembled and is making my living room look very festive (well, kinda). It has however left me tired, stressed and annoyed… please pass the sherry.
A picture of my very modest tree
On Saturday I travelled the breadth of the country to East Sussex to watch Bath City play Lewes. A dire game played in even worse weather conditions. We lost 1-0, I got soaked, ate some disgusting chips and nearly froze to death on the coach journey home. All in all, a fantastic Saturday of non-league football!
One of the highlights of the day was when I spotting “Reduce to clear” stand in a service station, somewhere between Sussex and Somerset. It was full of England car-flags, novelty hands a mini-footballs; all selling for 25p – by far the cheapest thing EVER to be sold at a service station. Also on sale was Paul Robinson’s goalkeeping gloves, Steve McClaren’s umbrella from the Croatia game, and a signed Frank Lampard shirt – nobody bought them.
I tried to get up at 6am this morning to make that planned early start at work – it was impossible! It was an effort in itself putting the alarm clock on my mobile phone forward an hour to 7.15am, let alone getting up at that ungodly hour. 6am is exclusively reserved for shepherds, fishermen and night clubbers returning home from a night out.
When I finally did arise, I looked in the mirror, only to find two massive scratches on the side of my face. How the hell that happened, I do not know. I must have done it by accident in my sleep; either that or Freddy Kruger is real and attacked me in my slumber!
After patching up my wounds, I managed to find my way to work, still earlier than normal, and managed to get some overtime in. Along with working to 6pm this evening, I have accredited 2 hours of extra income today. Hopefully I’ll have the stamina to do the same tomorrow.
Finally some good news – my fatigue and morale was lifted when I attended my management course. I received feedback on that coursework I had been working on last week (or “management-course-assignment-bollocks” as I once referred to it). The lecturer was very impressed. I was very pleased, especially as I was expecting a list of changes that had to be made in order to fulfil the requirements. As of today, my assignment is now ready to hand in. Bath College had better get my certificate ready; and a message to Mr. Barwick and his cronies at The FA – if you want a decent England manager (with qualifications), come and get me!
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
