Today was my first day back at work since New Years Eve.
I arrived at my desk to find my lovely colleagues had kindly replaced my nice, modern PC and LCD monitor with a dinosaur of a server and what looked like a 1970’s CRT screen.
Turns out it was a trick. The PC had not been moved – the cunning swines had just put an old server case over my current PC (and attached a LED light to the USB port for extra authenticity). The monitor, however, had gone. I later took the liberty of getting myself a new one.
Bath City’s game tomorrow is officially OFF. Frozen pitch. That’s two weeks in a row now :o(
I don’t see what all the fuss is about. What’s wrong with playing on a cold pitch? Girls can do it!
Last night, Simon, John and I had an evening out, fully paid for and courtesy of Sky Sports’ very own Jeff Stelling. Well – kind of…
Like Mr. Stelling, John works for the Devil, AKA BSkyB. As part of working for this company, along with selling your soul to Rupert Murdoch, you are apparently given free vouchers for Pizza Express and Odeon cinemas.
Therefore, John took Simon and me out for free pizza and a film. Very nice of John and his colleague, Jeff!
The pizza was very nice, although took ages to arrive. I ordered the Diavolo – a favourite of mine. The only problem with this pizza is that it is very, very spicy. This meant it took a long time to consume, and I was left with a plate full of chillies which had fallen off the pizza and were simply too hot to eat by themselves.
After eating, we made our way to the cinema. John was very keen to see Slumdog Millionaire. I had never heard of it and very arrogantly thought I would rather see the new Jim Carey or Adam Sandler film. As John’s voucher was getting us into the film, I didn’t have much say in the matter.
The film was one of those low budget, foreign art movies – as I suspected. What I didn’t expect, however, was that it would be brilliant. Unbelievably, last night was the only time the Odeon in Bath is showing the film. I don’t known if the Little Theatre will be getting it, but I highly recommend it to anyone.
Thank you Johnny and thank you Jeff Stelling for a good evening!
It may be a few days late, but it has been far too cold to blog – if that is a decent excuse.
New Years Eve was spent in with Claire watching Big Fat Quiz of the Year – a much nicer alternative to braving the cold and going clubbing with thousands of drunk revellers in town.
New Years Day was even colder; but there was a football match on, so it was all aboard the coach for Dorchester. The weather in Dorset wasn’t much warmer than Bath, and even though we had made the journey, the game was in major doubt right up until the kick off. Luckily the match went ahead, and while the temperature mirrored that of the Arctic, it was a good afternoon. Bath City won 2-0.
Saturday, the temperatures continued to plummet and the scheduled home game against Bishop’s Stortford was called off. Twerton Park is apparently thick with frost and the only event it is good for is Dancing on Ice.
This left me with a free afternoon. Unlike last weekend, I decided against watching Bitton – it was far too cold for such madness. Instead I spent the evening in the (relative) warmth of my flat, watching Jeff Stelling on Sky Sports News. It’s FA Cup weekend, so all very exciting. The games were something of an anticlimax and there weren’t too many surprise results. Stelling’s team, Hartelpool, won and he seemed to get very excited. Bless.
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