My poor old TV. It is not quite dead, but I have basically sent it to an old people’s home – i.e. disconnecting it from the mains, moving it off the cabinet and replacing it with the newer model (the one from the box bed/gaming room upstairs). It is a somewhat sad day, but it is nice not having to do battle every time I turn it on and Sky HD does look very nice indeed.
My trustworthy, loyal television is dying. It is a little sad to watch it deteriorating. If it was a human, it would be soiling its underwear and losing its memory. If it was a dog, it would be put to sleep. It isn’t a human and it isn’t a dog. It is, however, my friend. Well, kind of. I have spent a lot of time with it over the years. Currently, I have a battle every time I want to watch something, having to turn it on and off half a dozen times before it finally works. This evening, things took a turn for the worse. The picture has gone dark. It is a bit like everything I am watching is set within Wookey Hole Caves.
I think it may only be a matter of time before a trip to the tip has to be made. Luckily, I have a ready-purchased , young, flash replacement upstairs. This was originally bought to play the PlayStation on, but it now appears it’ll be the main TV. Yes, it may be a better model, but I have kind of fallen in love with this old bird and I’ll have a tear in my eye when it’s taken to telly heaven.
I’m sure you have all been just dying to know how Bath City got on in their highly prestige Somerset Premier Cup clash with Taunton Town last night. Well… Bath lost 1-0, in the 90th minute. A 1-0 defeat from an own goal, where our defender back passed to an on-loan goalkeeper, who mis-kicked, hilariously missing the ball, allowing it to roll slowly into his own net. Yes, Bath lost, but somewhat shamefully I was rather pleased.
Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to win, but I didn’t want extra time. The 90 minutes had been truly dire. Probably the worst I have ever seen and this is coming from somebody who doesn’t just support Bath City, but Leeds United too! I can’t remember City registering a shot on target against a team two divisions below them. They clearly cared about the competition as much as the fans… not very much!
After the 90 minutes of turd, I just wanted to go home. I was cold, I was bored and I wanted to go to bed. The funniest thing of the night was some frustrated fan, repeatedly bellowing from the stand, “Get it forward!”, “Get it away!”, “Keep your guard up!”, “Let’s get some attacking going”. Normally, I would find this extremely annoying, but the fact the ground was virtually empty, the endless drones, echoed around the ground, leaving everyone rather bemused. Even the linesman took his eyes off the game to where the noise was coming from.
Bad luck, City. Good luck to Taunton. Enjoy your final against either Frome or Odd Down. Breath taking.
This evening, while you’re all at home in the warm watching Manchester United getting raped, I mean “raked”, by The Germans, think of me. I’ll be at Twerton Park, watching Bath City in The Somerset Premier Cup.
The Somerset Premier Cup is a highly prestige competition, right up there with The Champions League, nay The World Cup! There could be anything up to 250 people there tonight. Yes, TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY people, all paying £5 to watch the Bath City reserves/youth team take on Taunton Town.
Still, a semi-final is a semi-final. 90 minutes away from a final, with a so far unknown venue. Will it be Wembley? Will it be Old Trafford? More likely Paulton Rovers…
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