I thought it was about time I gave you all an update on my 2014 World Cup sticker collection. You may recall that I began collecting the stickers last month. The fact I have not mentioned it on my blog for a while would probably lead some of you to believe that I had just given up on the idea; coming to the conclusion that it was daft to be spending stupid amounts of money on sticky bits of paper, and getting obsessed over swaps and shineys, like some 8 year old school boy. Far from it.
After spending stupid amounts of money and getting obsessions over photos of international footballers, I am pleased to announce that I am just 24 stickers away from completing the album. A mammoth swapping session with Sam last week helped a lot. I also found someone on Twitter who I was able to do some trading with. See, it’s all modern stuff these days – none of this hiding behind the bike sheds shouting “need, need, need, got, need, got”.
Such is my obsession that I have even been having dreams about stickers – or rather nightmares. A week or so ago, I dreamt that I dropped my album into a muddy puddle. Given the fact the album is almost finished and stickers are very expensive, the album is probably worth its weight in gold. If this dream became a reality, it would be a disaster. I think if I tried to ring my insurance company to try and make a claim, they would just laugh at me.
The remaining 24 stickers, which I require to complete my collection, are somewhere between Italy and Bath. Italy, because that is where Panini, the company who make the stickers, are based. It is said to take up to 3 weeks for delivery – any longer and the World Cup would have started and England would be on the next plane home, after an predictably early elimination.
I’ll let you know when the stickers do turn up. In the meantime, hopefully the album won’t fall into any puddles.
I don’t do many manly things. I don’t really like steak, I don’t watch rugby and I don’t own a shed. The reason I don’t own a shed is because our garden isn’t big enough and because I am afraid of spiders. Spiders live in sheds, so if I were to own I shed, not only would I have no remaining garden space, but it is likely I would encounter some eight-legged creatures. My spider phobia is also earning me nil points in the manly department.
Today though, I did something which did make me feel like a man. No, not stand next to a group of burley men in a urinal. I did something far more macho. I unblocked the bathroom sink. Our sink has been blocked for weeks. It takes ages to drain. I don’t know what could be stuck in the U-bend. The only stuff to down the plug hole has been water, soap, tooth paste, mouth wash and contact lens solution – hardly cement.
Whatever had managed to block our sink, it was doing a very good job. Not good enough for a bottle of Mr. Muscle sink unblocker though! After pouring the entire contents down the sink and returning 15 minutes later, I am pleased to announce that the water flows away beautifully. It may seem an easy task to get onto Tesco Online, order the bottle of cleaning fluid, before using it upon delivery; but it is a job only a man can do.
Today I had one of the best breakfast ever, delivered to the house, courtesy of Matty’s cafe.
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While you’re all enjoying tonight’s Eurovision Song Contest, cast your minds back to Ireland’s entry from the 1996. My favourite Eurovision song of all time.
Adam, from work sent me this link.
I’m tempted to give it a go. My house will end up smelling like a chip shop (or a Polo factory). On the plus side, no more spiders!