No, I am not spouting random profanities. I am referring to Alistair Darling and his excessive tax on cider.
Obviously this is to stop tramps and teenagers drinking themselves to death on White Lightning. Where’s the thought and consideration for the civilised people who drink proper cider?
It is a sad day for Mrs. Sheppy, Mr. Thatcher and Sir Weston.
No, this isn’t another blog about a breakfast cereal that has left our supermarket shelves. It is about how I believe I am Bath City’s lucky charm.
Since winning the league in 2007, I have missed a handful of Bath City games – all of which have ended in a humiliating defeat or a boring 0-0 draw. Not one win.
In short, I have never missed a Bath City victory since their promotion. You could say all their success is down to me… maybe 🙂
Here is further proof as to why my theory is correct…
Tonight, Bath City played Lewes – a team sitting deep in the depths of the division and in dire straights. I didn’t really fancy the midweek trip to the other side of the country for various reasons – financial, free time and my general sanity.
From the warmth of my flat, I was getting text updates from fans at the game. When City took the lead early on, I was convinced my record of never missing a victory was about to be broken. Then, shortly after the start of the second half, I received a rather alarming text message…
No, we hadn’t conceded five goals in a minute. Nor had our two star players collided, resulting in four shattered legs. The message I received read ‘Game called off’
Apparently, the south east of England has been subject to some torrential downpours which saw the game abandoned.
The Gods were watching. With no fulltime score, my record continues.
I certainly will not be crowing with delight, though. Not only was the game abandoned after City had taken an important lead, but both the players and fans will need to make the 7-hour round trip on another Wednesday night next month.
I am off to bed now, but I suspect it will be a long time before the poor souls who made the journey tonight are able to get to theirs. Truly gutting.
BBC2 disappeared from the analogue airwaves in Bath today. The loss of this channel meant the Freeview box which was purchased at the start of the month now works, albeit only for the digital BBC channels.
I am reliably informed that all the other stations will work on the second switchover date in 2 weeks time. If not, the robot gets it.
This is Mr. Howard Webb. He is a referee who plays his trade in the Barclays Premier League.
Don’t recognise him? How about now?
There you go. Everyone knows Howard Webb.
‘Fergie’s Friend’ continued to help Manchester United today in their crucial game against Liverpool. The victory moves them closer to another league title.
It has been rumoured that should they be crowned champions in May, Mr. Webb will be awarded a Premier League Winners Medal, along with the players, for his contribution to Manchester United’s success.
Congrats Webby!
You may remember, last month I blogged about the disappearance of both Golden and Cinnamon Grahams from our supermarket shelves. I was then informed, via a comment left on my blog, that the cereal had been rebranded Curiously Cinnamon.
Despite much hunting, I was unable to find the cereal on the supermarket shelves, until I did an Asda online shop. So excited was I by the discovery and the price of only £1.50 a box, I ordered 4 packets, and this afternoon, following the delivery of my shopping, I sampled the king of cereals.
The cereal’s previous name, Cinnamon Grahams, always confused me – why was it named after a kid I went to school with? The new name, Curiously Cinnamon, was equally confusing.
Even more confusing was the slogan on the box ‘New bonkers taste!’ – I am not sure why they thought need to call the taste ‘bonkers’. After all, the cereal is called ‘Curiously Cinnamon’, which would suggest it tastes of cinnamon. If it tasted of fish and strawberry pizza, I suppose it would be a bonkers taste.
To cut a long, rambling blog short, I ate a bowl of the cereal. It was nice, although I would not describe the taste as ‘bonkers’. There was also no need for the box to use the description ‘the indescribable taste of toasted cinnamon squares’. It tasted of cinnamon – something that can be described and that I was not at all curious about, despite the name of the cereal.
Very silly marketing… If Nestlé aren’t careful, I will be getting Alex Keegan to email them some comments and questions, like he did to Just for Men.
About Me
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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.
