A message for the man who works in the grocery store at Bear Flat – I hope Santa shits down your chimney tonight.
That’s what you get for IDing me for alcohol when you know I didn’t have any form of identification, and then refusing to serve me. Not impressed :o(
I have now finished for Christmas and New Year. I do not return to work until the second week of 2008.
Today was pointless. There was nothing to do. We kicked a mini-football around the office (broke a few things), before walking down to a local pub to have a Christmas pint.
I have wrapped all my presents, and am now counting down the hours to 6pm when I’ll be going down the pub again. In the meantime, I may go into town and laugh at all the last minute crimbo shoppers; fighting to buy their gifts in time. Then I’ll go to the airport and laugh at all those stranded travellers, stupid enough to book a holiday at Christmas time.
If I was to ever lose my job in IT, and the offer to play for Arsenal becomes unavailable; there is another career path I can take… plumbing.
Yes it is late at night, yes I have work in the morning, and YES I should be in bed; but I noticed my kitchen sink was badly blocked. With the help of a lot of tissues, a screwdriver and a lid from a Biro pen; the blockage has now been cleared. I only made a tiny mistake, which caused the under-sink cupboard to get “a little bit” wet/flooded, but I’m rather proud of myself.
A lesson for footballers all over the world – do not upset your fans by picking up stupid bookings or worse; getting sent off for violence and dissent. Even the best-loved football stars can go from hero to zero in a matter of seconds. Bath City’s Lewis Hogg found this out yesterday.
Yesterday, Hogg was summoned to the Twerton Park tunnel for an early bath, by a red-card brandishing referee, to a chorus of boos and abuse from the Bath City faithful. The fans have been upset with the midfielders poor disciplinary record all season, but Hogg’s stupid sending off yesterday was the straw that broke the camel (or in this case, pig’s) back.
Lewis must now hide away, in fear of a Frankenstein-style mob of Bath City fans, chasing him with torches and pitchforks, baying for blood.
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
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However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
