I really must blog more at weekends. This Sunday night batch-blogging session is becoming a far too frequent occurrence.
First of all the football bit. I know a lot of you don’t enjoy my football blogs, so fear not, if you skip a couple of paragraphs, you’ll reach the general bollocks.
So, from a football point of view…
Saturday was shit. Leeds lost their first game of the season. Even though last year they lost nearly every game, when they were defeated yesterday, it felt strange and rather unnerving. I suppose it is a sign of how far the club have come. Never mind, it just means the champagne will have to remain on ice for a bit longer at the end of the season.
Bath City threw away some needless points too, by holding Eastbourne to a 0-0 draw. Eastbourne are currently unbeaten at the top of the league. From what I saw yesterday, I cannot for the life of me see how. There were two problems yesterday; one being our strikeforce, or lack of it. The other the referee. The official yesterday was one of the smallest men I have ever seen; he looks like he had escaped from a circus! A City fan in the crowd put it perfectly when he bellowed “Out of all the seven dwarves, and we got Dopey!”
Other annoyances included Manchester United not losing at Arsenal.
And now the football nonsense ends…
Saturday night Simon came round. We were going to go to Nandos with Watkins, but learnt he was ill. I am not too sure what is wrong with him, but for the lad to turn down a trip to his favourite Portuguese resturant, he must have very nasty illness – AIDS, rabies or extreme dysentery, being the only possible ailments to keep him at home.
While eating our dinner (in my flat), suckling at a bottle of cider and watching South Park, Simon and I decided to buy ourselves a present – something we would be able to enjoy over the cold, winter evenings. We ordered ourselves one of these each. Upon delivery of my lovely gift, I may also invest in extra locks to my flat, to keep out alcohol-crazed alcoholics, cider-loving chavs and members of The Wurzels.
Tomorrow night I am off to The Wreck (yes, a deliberate spelling mistake) to watch a firework display. I have never been to the rugby ground before. I normally associate it with Pimms-drinking, upperclass toffs, watching a pointless egg and spoon race. The real sport of the city is football! Let’s hope a stray roman candle burns the stadium down and forces the rugger fans to Twerton Park! If you see someone running around with a Molotov cocktail, starting fires at The Rec, it’s NOT me!
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November 6, 2007 - 6:02 pmThanks for warning me you were about to talk about fottball. You saved me from the trauma. Good blogging? How long have you been blogging for by the way and what made you want to do it in the first place? Im thinking of running one along with my website…