Tomorrow is bin day. It has been four weeks since the green bins have been emptied. The bags at the very bottom of the pile have been there so long, the contents probably contain mummified sausages and banana skins.
I am hoping the bin men will find it in their hearts to fulfil their job and carry the bins from the front of my flat and empty the contents into the back of their lorry – not that it’ll all fit in the back, they’ll probably need to make a second trip.
You never know, they may take the covered motorbike away too
… oh, and I almost forgot to do the joke about the garden looking like Manchester United’s training ground – full of rubbish.. Do you get it? Do you get it?
So, Wayne Rooney is off in January. I worry. Not for Manchester United. Not for the England national team. Not for Wayne. No, I worry for the elderly working girls of the north west…
Highlights:
- Alex Russell scoring a great goal
- Chatting to Scott Murray at full time and holding up the supporters coach in the process
- Post-match drinks in the club house
Low lights:
- The referee giving York a dubious penalty
- Not meeting Willy Wonka
- Paying £1.00 for a Yorkie Bar, despite the factory being a 5 minute walk from the ground
In just over 6 hours time, I will getting up very early to make the long trip to York to watch Bath City.
I was in fact born in York and moved south when I was a baby. I say I moved down, I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. I was taken to Bristol in a cot and being an infant, didn’t complain. Actually, I probably did complain. All babies do. I probably screamed and cried about the fact I was hungry, had soiled myself and the fact I hadn’t had my daily dose of Cow & Gate (remember, mums – healthy babies are happy babies). I don’t however think I was crying because of the fact I was moving from the town of flat caps and whippets to the land of farmers and cider.
I haven’t been back to York since and do not remember anything about the city of my birth. For all I know, I could have been born in Outer Mongolia and everything I have previously been told by my parents has been a lie.
On most away trips, we arrive a couple of hours before kick off. Normally I would go and find something to eat or drink, buy a match day programme and explore the football stadium. Tomorrow may be different. York is famous for many reasons – not only was I born there, but the city is known for having a chocolate factory – something I must visit!
After I have met Willy Wonka and kidnapped one of his Umpa Lumpas, I will try and find the place of my birth. It should be easy to locate. I would expect nothing less than a shrine, complete with a thousand candles, photos and worshippers visiting on a daily basis.
Hopefully Saturday will be a day of lots of chocolate, a visit to my own personal shrine and, of course, 3 points for Bath City… and a pet Umpa Lumpa.
This evening I downloaded Sonic the Hedgehog 4 for the PlayStation Network.
Like many people, my first introduction to the world of video gaming was through Sonic the Hedgehog on the Sega Megadrive in the early 90’s.
Since the days of Sonic, Tails and Earthworm Jim, I have moved onto much more sophisticated gaming – mainly Grand Theft Auto and Red Dead Redemption. Basically games which contain a lot more killings and blood. However, when I heard my blue stickle backed friend was making a comeback, I was very excited.
Like a jilted lover, I have been let down in the past by Sonic and his so-called ‘comebacks’. Mainly on the Sega Dreamcast, which included Sonic Adventure as one of the debut releases. Hoping for a dose of nostalgia, I bought the console and game. It cost £200 – a lot of money when you’re a jobless teenager.
Like the Dreamcast console, the game was dog shit and nothing like the Sonic I had once fallen in love with. It was 3D and simply didn’t work. Thank you, Sega. Thank you for ruining my life.
Now, ten years on, I have forgiven Sega for their act of blasphemy and decided to give them a second chance, by spending a massive £9.99 on this week’s new release Sonic the Hedgehog 4: Episode 1.
First impressions of the game… It’s fantastic.
Like the original Sonic titles, the levels are split into zones. Each zone is then divided into a number of acts – sound familiar? Sonic 4 opens with Splash Hill Zone. It sounds like everyone’s favourite Green Hill Zone and looks similar too – only much crisper, modern and slicker. However, unlike the debacle that was Sonic Adventure, the game retains it’s traditional 2D, platform-based feel.
The game’s concept is basically the same as that of the original. Collect rings, destroy robots, release cute furry animals and have a fight with Dr. Eggman (or Dr. Robotnik as I remembered him) at the end of every zone. Simplicity that works.
All of this is played out in a colourful, cartoon style landscape, where Sonic sprints, jumps, spins and bounces from platform to platform. Simple, yet brilliant.
If this game had been shown to be at the same time as the original back in the 90’s, you would have seen a young child suffer from a seizure, brought on from shear excitement. I’ve managed to control by emotions nowadays, but who knows how I’ll react when Episode 2 is released.
So many memories. Just now more shiny.
Do you ever get the feeling you’ve been somewhere before?
Up, Down, Left, Right, A+START... damn, it didn’t work!
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