An blog in anticipation of tonight’s Ashes series victory for England…
Rolf Harris, Ricky Ponting, Shane Warne, Russell Crowe, Harold Bishop, Kylie Minogue, Dannii Minogue, Kevin ‘Bloody’ Wilson, Jason Donovan, Mel Gibson…
**pause to breath**
… Skippy the Bush Kangaroo, AC/DC, Steve Irwin (RIP), Tim Cahill, Mark Viduka, Harry Kewell, Germaine Greer, Mark Webber, Matilda, the residents of Summer Bay…
Your boys convicts took one hell of a beating!
P.S. Can whatever lower order rubbish left batting, please get out by midnight so I can get an early night.
Thank you x
Amongst many of the Christmas gifts I received last month, was a magnetic bottle opener which sticks to the fridge – or in my case, the water boiler. As the name suggests, it is used to open bottles of beer, cider, coke and whatever else people drink.
I tested out the contraption at the weekend, with a bottle of Sheppy’s cider, which Simon had brought round. It certainly removed the lid of the bottle. However, in doing so showered not only me, but my entire kitchen with cider.
I thought I had got away with it and cleaned up everything I could see at the time, but upon investigation this afternoon, one of the walls in the kitchen has taken a direct hit and looks like a scene from a Freddy Krueger film. That is, if Freddy Krueger slashed apples with his knife glove.
Needless to say, I will be a lot more careful next time. Upon reflection, I am wondering if I opened the bottle incorrectly. I’ll try it again next time I fancy a drink and will make sure I give the bottle a good, strong shake for luck. What could possibly go wrong?
My first day of annual leave was spent doing relatively little. Whenever I have a week off work, I always aim for it to be a productive one, but today I achieved absolutely nothing. There have in fact been rocks which have achieved more than I have today.
Today’s list of accomplishments…
- Washing clothes
- Playing FIFA 11 on the PlayStation 3 and almost becoming sacked as Leeds United manager
- Downloading far too many games from the App Store and becoming addicted to Flick Kick
- Uploading the Wrexham photos to Flickr, but still not getting round to blogging about the trip
- Thinking about going to town
- Scaring myself by reading about spiders of the UK on the internet
- Trying to order a Bath City coat online
- Taking down the Christmas decorations
- Tearing apart the tinsel tied around the stair banisters instead of untangling it in a logical fashion
- Hoovering up bits of tinsel from around the stairs
- Listening to Leeds United lose to Cardiff City on an internet radio stream
- Putting gauze in my bleeding ears after listening to Jacqui Oatley and Leroy Rosenior commentating on the Leeds game
Now it’s all written down, it looks like I have actually done quite a bit!
I am now home from Wrexham – my second trip to Wales in three days. Lost 2-0. Deserved more. More about it tomorrow.
A combination of travelling, festivities, work and many late nights has left me feeling totally exhausted.
Luckily, I am off work for the rest of the week. This annual leave couldn’t have come at a better time, as I have no idea how I would have got into work for 8am tomorrow morning.
I would love to stay up watching The Ashes, but would probably end up slipping into a coma as a result of sleep deprivation.
Off to bed now. Goodnight.
2011 started with a short trip to Newport to watch the mighty Bath City take on their Welsh rivals. Newport has been a good hunting ground for City in recent years, with The Romans picking up a number of victories at the Spytty Park stadium.
Like Bath City, Newport won promotion to the National Conference last season and have taken to the new division very well, occupying second place before yesterday’s game.
Despite a strong rivalry between both clubs and supporters, we received a warm welcome from the Welsh hosts and drank and ate in their clubhouse. That was where the hospitality finished. After being wined and dined, we learnt that we were being moved from the covered terrace, which offers an excellent view of the game, to an open-air terrace behind a running track and what looked like a mile way from the pitch.
I have no idea why the police and stewards thought it necessary to move the Bath City fans. Perhaps it is due to our infamous international reputation for hooliganism. Yeah right – the local Parish football team have a bigger hooligan firm than Bath City.
Disturbing scenes from Bath City's last visit to Newport
Unfortunately, I didn’t bring a pair of binoculars or my telescope to Spytty Park, so watching part of the game was a little difficult. Some fans joked that those supporters who stayed behind in Bath had a better view of the match.
What I could actually see of the first half looked to be a very poor game of football. Newport attacked our goal at the far end of the ground. Being so far away, I had no idea what was going on and during goalmouth scrambles, nervously awaited the roar of 3,000 Welshmen as a goal was scored. Luckily the goal never came.
In the second half, Newport attacked the goal closest to where we were stood. We were able to see the ongoing attacks from the home side (just about), but couldn’t see our own team’s efforts on goal.
Midway through the second half, Bath City scored. We could tell by the sudden silence from the home crowd and ten men wearing blue Bath City shirts jumping up and down in the distance. Cue delirium throughout the away supporters. We hadn’t actually seen a goal scored, but there had apparently been one and we were winning!
The goal had a positive impact on the game, stirring up the hornet’s nest and forcing Newport to play some attractive, attacking football. It was a nerve-wrecking experience watching the Bath City goal sustain a strong bombardment of Newport attack and I was left upset and frustrated (but not surprised) when the home team scored a late equalising goal.
What followed will go down in one the memory book for the season. Deep into injury time, Bath City launched an attack themselves. Again, we had little perception of what was happening from where we were stood, but when we saw the players in blue running away celebrating yet again, we knew the game had been won. Mass celebrations erupted throughout the away fans.
City had to survive a little scare in the final minute, where Newport missed a chance to equalise, but the heroes from England managed to hold on and beat the Welsh (despite both of Bath City’s goal scorers being from Wales themselves).
Tomorrow I will visit Wales again, for the longer trip to Wrexham – the birthplace of Robbie Savage, Robbie Savage and errr… Robbie Savage.
The pride of Wrexham
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