For the third time running, the local bakers sold out of pasties. I had to make do with pizza. I tell a lie, they were selling ‘Jamaican Pasties’, but they sounded strange and were probably filled with rice, peas and curried goat… I didn’t fancy that.
Today is going to drag. I’m working until 5, before having an extended 10 day break for Easter. Woo hoo!
This evening I had the annoyance no doubt experienced by every owner of a large DVD or CD collection. You open the case, only to find the disc missing; and despite checking the box of every title in your collection, the disc cannot be found.
The missing disc in this instance was DVD #3 of South Park Season 4. It hadn’t been misplaced in any of my other 300 DVD boxes (I checked!) and I no longer own CDs, so it hasn’t wound up in there. It is a mystery.
As this particular title is rather important to me, I have had to re-buy it from Play.com. If in the next couple of days, it turns up behind the sofa or under the bed, I will not be amused!
Yesterday was interesting… I got the coach to London to watch Bath City play the strangely named Fisher Athletic.
On the way, the coach seemed to take a wrong turn and we ended up driving through the streets of London, admiring the weird shops and locals. All very well and fun, but with the clock ticking away, my fellow City fans and I were getting rather worried about missing the kick off.
We arrived at the ground with a mere 10 minutes to spare – not even enough time for a pre-match pint. The stadium was sat between a massive Tesco and a fully functional car wash business. I found myself standing in pools of soapy water while queuing to get through the turnstile.
The game was a bit shit. City lost 2-1. It rained. Fisher’s keeper broke his arm and rolled around the floor, screaming. The ground smelt of the sea (convenient as City were playing a team called Fisher).
The way home was looong. Wanting to avoid the delays from the inward journey, the driver took a different route. We ended up in the Fulham/Chelsea area of London, driving alongside some very posh looking houses and the River Thames. I am sure it was very close to where my friend Dan lives (probably renting a box room for some ludicrous fee), but I wasn’t planning on jumping off the coach to try and find him.
Still, for less than £25, I got to watch 90 minutes of football, a return trip to London, have my shoes cleaned (by the carwash) and receive a tour of Chelsea.
Despite not blogging in over a week, I would like to reassure everyone that I am not dead and will blog again soon.
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?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
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.
