Time Travelling
This weekend was mainly rubbish – notably concerned with football results, but I won’t go into that.
However, the bright spot of the weekend was an extra hour!! Hooray. On Sunday morning the clocks went back which meant when I awoke at 08.45am, I felt totally justified in my decision to close my eyes and go back to sleep and continue my dreams.
Talking of which, a very strange one. I dreamt I met Ivan Campo at the BWFC training ground. Campo was very charming and despite his protests that he couldn’t speak English, he was almost flawless. He told me that he could arrange for me to have a signed poster. All I had to do was choose the one I wanted. He took me into a room with Andy Gray-style Sky TV analysis equipment. He asked me to choose an action shot from several on the screen using a touch screen and then he printed it out. I chose his 40-yard wonder-strike against the Spuds, and he signed it for me. I still believe if Rooney had scored that goal then we wouldn’t ever hear the end of it, but less said about a certain Wayne the better at the moment.
So that’s where my extra hour went this weekend tucked up cosy in my bed dreaming for Ivan Campo scoring against the Spuds. Still at least it wasn’t wasted J
Now if only I can invent one of those poster printing machines…. Me and Ivan will make millions!!!
When Two Tribes....
A strange and mad experience on the way home yesterday. I was on my way to pick up my friend on the way to the pub (hooray!) The road she lives on is quite narrow, and when cars are parked on both sides there is only room for one car to go up or down. As I drove the Bug up the road there was a BMW stopped in the road blocking a white van coming down the road. I figured that the BMW driver had just popped into their house to grab something, so I waited.
I called my friend to let her know I was almost at her house and that I was waiting behind the empty BMW. When my friend advised that there was someone in the car, and that they had been sat facing the White Van for over 5 minutes already.
Desperate times called for desperate measures I honked my horn. Crossly. I’ve got places to go! I’m off to the pub once I’ve picked up my pal. Only Bug’s haven’t been developed with horns that sound cross. I guess it’s a hangover from the hippy days. A rather camp “Oooooh” came out, like having Graham Norton under the bonnet.
I got out the car to find a 90-year-old granddad in the BMW, he’s tiny and I was surprised that he could see over the wheel!! “I’ve given way to 3 cars” he whistled through his dentures, “I’m not letting another one through!” White Van man said something that I can’t repeat here, but basically said he wasn’t prepared to move either. It’s a standoff. I’ve got the strains of Frankie goes to Hollywood running through my mind.
Granddad has probably fought in wars, he knows his rights and he’s turned his engine off and he’s refusing to move. I tried to reason with him, come on, we know you’re right you be the bigger man here, it’s not your fault other people have no manners, in this life sometimes you have to give an inch here and there. It’s no use; he’s not having any of it. I’m worried now that he’s prepared to stay and die of old age behind his wheel of the BMW. What a way to end it??
In the end I’m bored of both of them, and their silly man bravado. If this was happening to girls we probably would have given in now and be asking where we’d bought the sparkly tax disc holder. Maybe.
Anyways, my friend arrives from her house, and tells me we can cut through another way and leave the nobends to it. We back up and take a side road.
I bet they are still there now.
Meanwhile, we were down the pub :-D
I Shouldn't Laugh But....
It isn’t a nice attribute to laugh at others misfortunes, but I really can’t seem to help myself this weekend.
It all started comically enough with watching Citeh crumble against the Pies. I know it’s rotten but I find own goals so comical. Of course it has happened to Bolton more times than I care to recall, so I don’t feel bad sniggering.
Then I’ll admit to my own personal shameful moment where I found myself watching you’ve been framed, but I still find it hard to beat anything funnier than a bit of slapstick falling overness. Perhaps I’m from the wrong time and should have been born in the era of Laurel and Hardy or Music Hall all those years ago. Anyways, you’ve been framed is soo much more watchable now that Jeremy Beadle doesn’t do the annoying bit in the middle. Sometimes you need to laugh at something mindless and I see to manage mindless quite easily.
Following on nicely, I made a trip to Ewok Park on Sunday to watch the mighty BWFC take on t’Rovers. Much respect to them for cutting their prices to a very reasonable £15, resulting in a very sold out game and excellent atmosphere.
So to further enhance my mood not only did Blackburn play 2000000 times better than us they managed to lose 1-0 to a fantabulous Campo header. What’s more their super strikers managed to miss TWO penalties. Being rather short, and all the action was at the other end of the ground to where I was; I couldn’t work out what on earth was going on.
The murmur went round, “refs given a pen, I don’t fookin believe it!” I couldn’t bear to watch by our rather magnificent keeper saves, and we’re dancing in the Darwin end!!!! About 20 seconds later the shout comes round again, “Penalty” and we’re singing saying yeah and they missed it. “No, another penalty!” You’ve got to be having a laugh, I’ve never ever ever heard of a game where 2 penalties are given within 25 seconds of each other. So imagine the BWFC joy and delight when the second Blackburn striker sees his penalty saved in the same way!!!
Oh the delight oh the sheer ecstasy it’s like winning the lottery and the FA cup all in the same second!!!! Then you see thousands of Blackburns starting to trudge home. And then I remember I’ve got Campo on my coupon as last scorer at 16/1 – a free ticket!!!
I suppose all this laughing is proof of Karma exists. Whilst I’m sniggering at others misfortunes I’ve got my own woes with the uninvited houseguest is still here a week in and three weeks to go. Can I cope??
All in a week
Does anyone else find the time just flies by ?? Mid October and I'm sure that it's only really March!!!!!
I've been keeping myself extra busy this week, for reasons far too dull to go into at the moment, but suffice to say it's been great catching up with friends, trips to the gym and the pub plus a winning game of netball. I've broken out of the usual routine and the time really does go when you're having fun.
Although, someone today reminded that I'll be working for the next 30 - 50 years of my life, now that does feel like it will drag like a Seal's behind.
Still, almost the weekend :)
My first Blog
Well, I knew it wouldn't be long before I started chuntering on to no-one in particular and after seeing some others, I decided to give it a go myself.
I guess I'll whitter on about something of no consequence whatsoever and that no-one but me will read but the temptation to vent my ramblings is just too great.
So my first post is just to say welcome to my blog, if anyone does read this and I hope you enjoy what I have to say now and in the future
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