2012 has overall been a torrid year for Bath City. Getting tonked by Grimsby in January, relegated in April, knocked out the FA Cup by lower league opposition in October and beaten in the FA Trophy, again by a team from the lower leagues, in November. Bath City had one final kick in the teeth for its fans, when on New Years Eve, the club announced that defender Jim Rollo would leave.
The term “legend” is used all too often these days in football and is nearly always unjustified. In the case of Jim Rollo, however, no status is more fitting. Signing for the club in 2002, after making numerous loan appearances in the late 90’s, it is fair to say Jimmer has been at Bath City for longer than many of the supporters.
A leader on and off the pitch. An inspiration to both players and fans. Always giving everything for the cause. I could go on…
But everything has to come to an end, and sadly so has Jim Rollo’s time at the club, as he departs for Chippenham Town. That said, I’m sure he’ll be back.
Thanks for the memories, Jim.
Simon has recently re-introduced me to Goodnight Sweetheart. A comedy which ran throughout the 1990’s featuring Nicholas Lyndhurst who shares a modern day life with his wife, while secretly travelling back in time to have an affair with a barmaid in wartime London. I have fond memories of this series, watching it throughout my youth.
Despite the storylines heavily based around Lyndhurst ‘s character, Gary Sparrow, committing adultery with two pregnant women, it’s actually a really nice comedy (although thinking about it like that, it seems horrendous). The comedies on TV these days are generally filled with effin’ and blinding, or if family friendly, feature someone very unfunny and very annoying – naming no names *cough* Miranda Hart. Yes, the days of Gary Sparrow, Victor Meldrew and Basil Fawlty are long gone.
I am currently working my way through the mammoth Goodnight Sweetheart box set, comprising of six series and 58 episodes. It’s very addictive. If you’re too tight to buy the DVDs yourself, you can find them on YouTube somewhere.
My next craze and bulk DVD purchase will be the works of David Attenborough – a remarkable man who truly fascinates me. If in my lifetime I see just one-percent of what he has witnessed in his, I will die very happy and fulfilled, having seen millions of the world’s wonders. I could listen to Attenborough all day. Again, much of his work can be found on the internet. So if instead of an amusing time-travelling comedy, you would rather see something factual which will blow your mind, check out some of his videos.
Until next time, goodbye.
Leeds United bought me an awful Christmas present today. A 4-2 defeat against Nottingham Forest. If they wanted to get me something shit, they could have just sent me Ken Bates’ autobiography.
After that disappointment, I walked down to Twerton Park, for Bath City’s Boxing Day West Country derby against Weston Super Mare. This is a traditional fixture. Part of the tradition involves Bath City winning. However, today things changed. Somehow Weston won the game. I don’t really want to talk about it, however will congratulate them on winning the 2012 FIFA World Cup – at least they celebrated like they had won it at full time.
If watching your team lose to someone rubbish wasn’t bad enough, standing in a monsoon made it worse. It rained. A lot. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet in my entire life. In fact, had I fallen into the river on the way home, it wouldn’t have been possible to get more soaked. I also discovered that my coat is not rain-proof, having the water-retention of a menopausal woman. My coat must have doubled in weight, it was that sodden.
To round of what was an utterly shite day, I saw that Manchester United won. The winning goal was scored in injury time. I haven’t seen it, but imagine it was scored in the 121st minute, was offside, handball, after the attacker elbowed his defensive marker in the head. The ball probably didn’t cross the line either.
Yes, that’s right, the rumours were true. I have re-re-re-re-re-re-launched my blog. I know I have said that more times than Phil Mitchell has promised to give up drinking, but I will hopefully give it a go this time.
I used to blog very regularly, but since the popularity of Twitter, it has become easier to tweet what’s on my mind, instead of blogging about it, which is a shame as I think a blog is a lot more personal and something which can be looked back upon.
There is an awful lot which I could recap on, especially as I haven’t blogged in ages, and those posts I did make were Bath City related. I will try to go over old, important, unimportant, amusing and probably overall downright boring topics over the next few days, before returning to normality in the new year and blogging bollocks. At least that’s the plan. Unless I get bored again, or lured into the seedy world of Twitter – @seankuk by the way – follow me!
Oh, and finally, considering it is 25th December, HAPPY CHRISTMAS to you all!
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?
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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.
