Yesterday I watched Bath City in the FA Cup
We played Swindon Supermarine
Not a marine
And not a submarine
Supermarine defended well. They “parked the bus”
We drew 0-0 and will replay at Twerton Park on Tuesday night.
The winners play Eastwood Town
Nope, nothing to do with Clint
And no relation of Tim
Sean’s Stories is closing. That’s right, I am stopping blogging. My blog has no ambition, my site hosts are rip-off merchants and the readers are clueless morons, leaving pointless comments, with no or little relevance to the original post. I want to start posting on Twitter – a social networking site which has a future.
Excuse me, I have a telephone call to take mid-rant.
** 2 minutes later **
Apparently I’m going to be paid £250,000 a week for blogging!
Let me rephrase my original statement.
I love my blog. It is the best blog in the world. The company who kindly host my website are without doubt the greatest organisation on the entire internet and excellent value for money. My readers are some of the most intelligent and sophisticated I have ever come across and their feedback is always gratefully received. I want to carry on blogging on this website for the rest of my life.
The above statement has nothing to do with the recent telephone call I just took from Wayne Rooney’s agent.
I’m off to shag a granny.
A perfect Christmas present for everyone… well, except old women. Giving this to your gran would be like buying a Gary Glitter duvet cover for your five year old cousin.
I think my Freeview box in the bedroom is possessed.
As I do not watch TV in bed very often, the box spends most of its life on standby mode. However, recently while lying in bed, I have noticed the box turned itself on – all by itself! How weird is that!!??
This has freaked me out so much that I have contemplated moving out of my flat or even calling the local priest over to perform an exorcism on the haunted digibox.
Unfortunately, my local church does not offer exorcisms in its catalogue of services. Therefore I have put my Mulder and Scully hat on in an attempt to solve the mystery by myself.
After a thorough investigation, I have come to the conclusion that the box is either…
a) Broken (it was £19.99 from Tesco)
b) Being inadvertently controlled by my neighbours Freeview remote
c) Possessed
I’m off to try and buy some holy water off eBay.
Not only do I have a landfill site outside my front door, but I have to live with one of my neighbours snoring. I say snoring – they could be revving a motorbike in their bedroom.
I would understand if we shared a flat, but they’re my neighbours. We’re separated by solid wall. Should you be able to hear your neighbour’s sleeping habits?
I feel sorry for whoever he/she has ever shared a bed with. Not only are they guaranteed a sleepless night, but possibly damage to their eardrums and permanent hearing loss.
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.
