I haven’t contracted it yet, but to prepare myself for the inevitable, have obtained copies of various DVDs for training material – Dustin Hoffman’s Outbreak, 28 Days Later and, most useful of all, Babe: Pig in the City.
I am also taking bets on who the first Premiership football player to contract the virus will be… Players most likely to fall ill include frequent ‘sick notes’ Michael Owen, Owen Hargreaves, Kieren Dyer and current favourite, Louis Saha.
Newcastle 0-0 Portsmouth
Dire game. Newcastle didn’t look like scoring. Pompey didn’t look much better either, but could have punished the Geordies for some dodgy defending.
Liverpool will be licking their lips ahead of Saturday’s game.
Like a wart or an unsightly mole, I worry that the performance from DJ Talent on Britains Got Talent (see yesterday’s blog) is growing on me, after it was played and discussed numerous times at work today.
Then I listened again to Susan Boyle’s entry and it reminded me what talent really is and how crap the wannabe DJ is.
Another talentless, embarrassing act…
Besides filling his mouth with metal, cover himself in chav jewellery from Argos, playing some really annoying tune and shouting over the top of it, what has this guy done?
I was amazed he went through. Even more amazed that Simon Cowell enjoyed his excuse for an act.
Surely his name “DJ Talent” is ironic.
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.
