Yesterday evening was the last ever “Friday Night Bomberman Session” at Newbridge Hill. It was a pretty standard affair, with screaming, acts of violence and wine spillages kept to a minimum.
Prior to Bomberman, I went to town. First of all to sign the final contracts for my new flat which I moving into next Saturday. I then met Watkins and we went to watch Hot Fuzz at the cinema.
Hot Fuzz is a new comedy film starring Sean Penn. It has the comic violence of Shaun of the Dead, the quirkiness and bizarre situations of Pheonix Nights and strange West Country humour like in The Vicar of Dibley (except this was actually funny). The film was primarily shot in Wells, which is just a short drive away from Bath and is Mr. Watkins’ hometown. Overall, an excellent film, probably the best I have seen in over two years and definitely one for the DVD collection.
After the cinema, we walked to Sainsbury’s to rescue Simon from the cider drinking chavs, incontinent old people and teenage mums who he was assisting at the self-service checkout.
Being a model professional, Simon refused to leave early, so Watkins and I were forced to amuse ourselves by wandering around the Sainsbury’s lobby. We found a cool little machine which takes your money and then prints off a food voucher or, if you’re feeling generous, makes a donation to charity. Watkins decided to make a very charitable donation of 1 English penny. I beat him and donated double that – I even authorised Gift Aid (every fraction of a penny helps). Next month I will be able to watch Comic Relief, safe in the knowledge I donated to the cause.
When Simon eventually did finish for the day, we went to Nandos for some tasty Peri Peri Chicken and Spicy Rice.
And that was my evening. I’m off out soon, heading down to Twerton Park to cheer on the mighty Bath City in their game against Banbury (who the fuck are they?). Good luck to Leeds this afternoon. They play the sheep shagging Cardiff City – a team Leeds have struggled against over the last few years.
COME ON WHITES! COME ON STRIPES!
On one of my frequent visits to the football pages of BBC Online, I came across this article about ex-Leeds manager Kevin Blackwell. What a load of egotistical bollocks. Here are some excerpts…
“I have reached four semi-finals and two finals in the last four years so I must be doing something right.”
– That would be two play-off semis and finals, both as Leeds boss and Neil Warnock’s lapdog at Sheffield United. Oh, and let’s not forget the FA Cup semi back in 2002, something you HELPED with. Well done.
“I have not wasted my time away,”
– That’s up for debate. Every time I turn on Sky, he’s a pundit for Football League games. Last week it was the Birmingham-Stoke game. Whenever his fellow-presenter mentioned any Birmingham player of quality, Blackwell would pipe up “I tried to sign him for Leeds”. Blah blah blah.
“I am one of the most qualified coaches in Europe…”
– Proof that football qualifications are meaningless.
“…but I still think you have got to try to learn more.”
– Like getting the “Job Done” when you reach important finals.
“It is difficult to know which way to go. I am proven as a coach and I have shown I can manage.”
– I hear there may be a vacant managerial post at both Chelsea and Barcelona in the summer, why not go there? Failing that, hold out for the inevitable sacking of Steve McClaren and take the England job – if you’re as good as you make out, I’m sure you’ll do wonders.
Take a look at this picture.
It would be so easy to go with the “Me and Gary Kelly” joke.
I’m not going to. Instead…
“Gary Kelly meets local idiot”
It’s been a long time, over a week in fact, since last updating this blog. It’s not as if I haven’t been doing anything exciting either (well, maybe exciting is the wrong word, let’s just say I’ve been up to stuff worth blogging on). Due to the fact I have 8 days to write about, I will simply break it down into manageable, bite size chunks – a bit like mini Chicken Kievs.
The thing which seems to be dominating my life at the moment. I am packing all my possessions into large NEC Monitor boxes, which I swiped from work. I currently live in a shared flat and effectively all my belongings are stored within 1 bedroom. It’s quite amazing how much stuff I actually have and how long it takes to pack it all up. I still have to dissemble the furniture I wish to keep and call the council to arrange collection of the furniture I want to be destroyed. I move out Saturday 24th. Not long.
Mr. Watkins selfishly worked until 9pm, so we were unable to have our Friday GoldenEye/Bomberman session. Simon came round anyway and we spent a rather uneventful evening playing Bomberman, watching Father Ted, football and something called “Rugby League”. Saturday, Watkins did decide to turn up. We went with Simon to The Raven pub in search of a pint and their famous pies. All the tables were taken and there was a long queue. Not wishing to have to wait until breakfast for our pies, we decided to go to The Eastern Eye – a fabulous curry house, just meters away from The Raven. As always, the curry was delicious.Football
Bath continued their fine form, drawing away to promotion rivals Kings Lyn -although I was a tad disappointed The Romans failed to get all 3 points! They made up for it by winning at Maidenhead yesterday and remain top of the league. Leeds stay rock bottom of The Championship, although the table looks a lot healthier than it did a few weeks ago, thanks mainly to a massive win over Crystal Palace at the weekend. Well done lads, if you’re not careful, you may stay up! The result was somewhat tainted by revelations from manager Dennis Wise, that there is a mole in the club. Not the black furry animal which lives underground or the brown lump on the face of Enrique Iglesias, this mole is a grass, a snitch and a cunt. The unnamed player allegedly revealed the Leeds team sheet to Palace and has been told by Wise that he won’t play for the club again… except Dennis doesn’t know who the mole is – Sky One’s Dream Team creator’s are frantically writing scripts for future episodes, based upon the ongoing farce at Elland Road.
Nothing to do with insects inside my TV. TVAnts is an application which allows you to watch certain TV broadcasts over the internet – including live football from the Far East. “Great” I though, “Extra football and no need for Sky”. It was good, very good, I even managed to watch the Leeds/Palace game online. HOWEVER – come Sunday afternoon, I was happily using my PC, capturing a few video clips to edit, when a rather bizarre error message appeared on screen. It wasn’t a Windows error, it was one relating to my CPU, followed by lots of hexadecimal numbers – pretty scary. After some brief internet research, I found out this was caused by one of two things – 1) a trojan, 2) corrupt video codecs. Either way, I blame TVAnts and will not be using it again. :o(
Thank fuck for Norton Ghost, which enabled me to restore my PC to a working state in under 15 minutes.
You win this round Murdoch! I will keep Sky… for now
… Or rather I haven’t.
My mobile phone charger has died after a long battle with “loose connection syndrome”. Last night it finally decided it was no longer going to charge the battery on my Nokia 6280, and no amount of twisting and adjusting of the cable would get it working. In the end, I pulled the plug on the damn thing – literally. It is now completely broken and in the bin, soon to be collected by the Bath & North East Somerset refuse team.
I’ve had a mobile phone for over seven years now, and this is one of the worst possible times for this to happen. Due to the flat move, I am receiving daily telephone calls from landlords, agencies, Sky, etc – it’s really maddening. To add to my frustration, I have a collection of OLD Nokia phone chargers, acquired over many years of Nokia phone ownership – NONE of these work.
Last night I ordered a replacement, it was late and I was very tired and extremely frustrated. I did something stupid. I ordered a charger for the Nokia 6230, not 6280. Now I have yet ANOTHER old style charger making its way to me in the post!
Luckily a colleague is allowing me to re-energise my phone with his charger. Hopefully that’ll give my mobile enough juice until the time I can order the correct charger and get it delivered. If not, blood will be spilt.
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