… guess who forgot to pay their hosting fees? They have now been paid, but as a result, my website was down for the last two days. Did you miss anything? Unless you wanted to read stuff from the past 13 years, no. I haven’t blogged since New Year’s Day. Until now…
Since my injury, I am still using the crutch during my recovery. I have been attending Bath City home games without any difficulty, although have avoided travelling on the coach since September. Claire still goes to many of the away games. Today, Bath City were playing Oxford City. However, it was absolutely freezing everywhere. As sure as eggs are eggs, the game would be off. Did Oxford mention anything on their website or Twitter account? Did they hell. This meant Claire had to defrost her car, drive to her parents, pick them up, drive to Twerton Park, wait in the cold for the inevitable announcement that the game was off. It was. My wifey returned to me, under an hour after she left. Looking a tad pissed off and very cold indeed.
Remember when I got Grand Theft Auto 5? It was way back in 2013. I must have blogged about it. Anyway, I didn’t finish it, despite absolutely loving the series. The fact the PlayStation 3 was dying, resulting in the fan sounding like a jet engine kind of put me off playing the game. Over three years later, I am actually pleased that the PS3 did snuff it. I am finally an owner of a lush looking PlayStation 4, and guess what… GTA5 is on that too – and it looks even better than the PS3 version! I am therefore enjoying driving about Los Santos, stealing cars and killing people. It sounds atrocious, but it is the most fun since I inflicted life threatening, third degree burns on Dr Robotnik, on Sonic The Hedgehog.
Leeds are still doing worryingly well. Every time I think they’re going to slip up, they end up winning. The Mighty Whites are on Sky tonight (we’re always on Sky these days), against Barnsley. Kick off is in 11 minutes, so I had better wrap up this blog, find a few images to stick to it and upload the whole lot to WordPress.
Happy New Year to all my readers. How did you spend your evening last night? Unless you are Dot Cotton, I can guarantee that it was more rock and roll than mine. We went to bed at our usual time of around half ten. Thinking about it, Dot’s evening was probably more exciting than ours – at least she was able to pop some drugs, albeit nicotine. We couldn’t even score any Ovaltine.
There were two reasons for our unfestive evening. Firstly, Claire had worked a long day at work, so was understandably shattered. Secondly, we had nothing to do. No guests. No party games. There wasn’t even anything good on the telly.
After our early night, I woke up shortly before midnight. I’d normally go straight back to sleep, but I felt I should see in the New Year, even if it was lying on a bed, in a dark room, next to a heavily sleeping wife.
Right on the stroke of midnight, the fireworks started. Lots of them. It sounded like a warzone. I am sure Ross Kemp was hiding behind a wheelie bin, somewhere in Twerton, with a film crew, reporting on all the dangerous explosions.
Why do people buy fireworks anyway? They’re very expensive and aren’t really that good. You are literally burning your money. With so many suckers putting on their own displays in their back garden, why not watch theirs for free? It’s all down to having a big ego. As I lay in my bed, it occurred to me that whoever buys fireworks, has to be the one who lets off the last one over the course of the night. After the mass of explosions had died down, occasionally you would hear a single firework bang, from one side of Weston (where I live). Moments later, another explosion from another area of the suburb. I’d like to say who won the sad ‘battle of the bangs’, but I fell asleep.
This is my attempt at making my new workplace more festive. I’ve even planned ahead for next year, by buying a 2017 calendar.
It’s all well and good until the office Derby County supporter tears it all down, while I’m on annual leave.
Welcome back to my blog. I’ve been away from here for a long time, but fear not, I will (hopefully) keep this blogging going again.
So where have I been? I suffered an accident at work, injuring my leg. A pitiful excuse for not blogging, as I don’t type with my toes. I had a bit of time off work, but have since returned, albeit still using a crutch, for the time being.
After a few weeks of not blogging, you find yourself in a situation of where to begin again, even though I had lots of blogworthy stuff…
Besides getting crocked, the following noteworthy things happened to me over the last couple of months.
– Starting a new job. I haven’t travelled far from my old one. No more than 10 feet to be exact. I received a new desk, computer, chair and mouse as part of my transfer fee from the IT Service Desk. The new job is a lot more interesting and gives me a lot to learn. I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I had been doing the Service Desk job, in some form, for over ten years. I could therefore do it with my eyes closed. The new challenge is therefore most welcome, although I can’t close my eyes as much anymore.
– Christmas shopping. I hate going into town shopping at the best of times, let alone on the run up to the festive period. The last time I ventured into town in December, I felt like Mufasa from The Lion King, in that wildebeest scene. I therefore did all my Christmas shopping online, most of it coming from Amazon. The delivery drivers must have become well and truly fed up with driving down my little cul-de-sac – no wonder they’re all shitting into carrier bags.
– Leeds United. I started my blog a month before they were relegated from the Premiership in 2004. Since then, most of my posts have been moaning about how badly they have been performing. Coincidentally, since I stopped blogging in September, they’ve been doing bloody well. I have finally recovered from my man crush of Simon Grayson and Luciano Becchio. I have two new heroes in my life – Garry Monk and Pontus Jansson. So well are Leeds doing right now, that if they’re not careful, they’ll end up getting promoted. No doubt the fact I am blogging again, I’ll jinx the entire football club and they’ll be relegated in January.
– Holiday! – we had two holidays planned since I last blogged. The first trip was to Butlins in Minehead. We went there a couple of years ago and enjoyed ourselves so much, we thought we would return. The last time we went, we stayed in a dirty old chalet, on the top of a dangerous looking staircase. This time, we paid a little extra for a cleaner, nicer and modern apartment, right next to the sea. Our second holiday was to Weymouth. This would have been lovely, apart from the fact we didn’t go! We awoke on the morning we were supposed to leave, to find that the house was freezing cold. Upon in investigation, we discovered that the boiler had broken – we had no heating or hot water. Many hours later, we got a plumber to fix it, and both and heat and warmth were restored. By this point, we had missed the chance to go to Weymouth, so enjoyed a few days at home in Bath… at least it was warm.
So that’s what you’ve missed. I’ll be back blogging again in another 3 months. See you in March!
I was shocked and appalled this morning, when I bought a doughnut from the local bakery. The doughnut cost £1.05. I wasn’t trying to buy cocaine! I wanted a doughnut. Life under the Tory government.
It still tasted amazing…
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