Nothing really happened this weekend. Friday night, I met Simon and Mr. Watkins for our weekly Bomberman meeting – the traditional scenes of violence, insanity and melee being ever present.
Saturday I went to watch football. I didn’t make the trip to Elland Road to see Leeds, nor did I travel to Gloucester for Bath City’s away game. I walked down the road to Twerton Park to watch Team Bath. I’m not a fan, but they were playing Kings Lyn, a team challenging Bath City for promotion and I thought I would lend my support to the students of TB (they certanly need it!) in the hope they actually beat KL – which they did. Bath City also won 4-0, which is very, very good. The Leeds result was not as impressive, so I won’t mention it.
Today was just a lazy one. The morning was spent drinking coffee and relaxing after all my exertions yesterday. In the afternoon, Simon came round (note: with a whole bottle of wine to himself) to watch Arsenal play Manchester United. I was very pleased to see the scum get beat 2-1, especially as Arsenal’s winner came so late on in the game. ManU have won so many matches in the dying seconds, it’s nice to see them lose late on for a change.
It’s back to the workplace tomorrow and then flat hunting in the evening. I noticed that the local post office had removed my ‘Wanted’ advert – talk about hindering my plans. I will have to go round and kick some ass tomorrow, or maybe just ask them politely to put my ad back up.
Finally, can anyone make out what this guy is talking about? He phoned into 606 (a football phone in on BBC Five Live) yesterday. The caller certainly doesn’t give the stereotypical, drunken Scotsman image any reason for change.
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