After what seemed like a ridiculously long week at work, I welcomed the arrival of the weekend. I spent Friday night watching Leeds play Hereford United in the FA Cup, while dining upon something I don’t normally eat – a Chinese takeaway. The meal was almost as bad as the match, which finished 0-0; Hereford being by far the better side and forcing a replay – a fixture Leeds could do without.

Bath City had a free weekend, so I was a little stuck for stuff to do on Saturday. I decided to go to Twerton Park and watch Team Bath play some little northern team called Chasetown. The match was enjoyable, mainly because the students of Team Bath lost. What a shame. A glory-seeking student collared me at the game, and thinking I was a local, started slagging off the performance. I may be a local, but certainly didn’t want the tax-funded morons to win.

Saturday night I paid Simon a visit. He has recently moved into a new house, and I invited myself round to check it out. Simon lives with his parents, and it would appear they have stuck him right at the top of the house in a loft bedroom. You need to take what seems like never-ending spiral staircase to reach his lair. I was also a tad disturbed to find out his rather petite sister has been given a bedroom which is effectively a tiny cupboard under the stairs.

I was most pleased to learn our Sheppy’s cider had arrived, so on route to the Dolphin pub, we lugged the mini-barrels to my flat. I know I will enjoy these immensely at a later date. I know cider orders and trips to the local pub may make me sound like a pisshead. I can confirm to those who may be concerned that this is not the case, and this blog just makes out I spend a lot of time at The Dolpin (mainly because it’s a blog-worthy topic). Alcohol is bad mmmkay. Beer kills braincells or something something…