My fist of anger was being waived firmly and angrily at the heavens this afternoon. Shortly before my home time, it started pissing it down really, really hard! Not only did I get absolutely drenched on the way home (to the extent where I looked like a drowned cat), but Bath City’s game against Bitton was called off!
Things I planned to do this weekend, but didn’t…
- Go and watch Die Hard 4.0 – Watkins and Simon refused (scumbags)
- Travel to Rugby so Watkins could buy a boat – it was sold (karma for Die Hard)
- Play football in a local park – it rained (and the pub looked inviting)
- Have dinner from KFC – went to Nandos instead (PeriPeri does not contain Ecoli)
- Win at Bomberman – I failed (Simon tipped a bottle of Sheppy’s cider down my throat)
- Clean out fish tank – I’m starting to like the green, algae effect (very modern – like Ikea)
- Kill Ken Bates – lost my ticket to Monaco (lucky, lucky Ken)
Read about this today and got rather excited.
The return of The X-Files sounds excellent – isn’t David Duchovny pushing 50 though? I don’t want to see a repeat of Roger Moore’s attempt to play James Bond in A View To A Kill. Gillian Anderson must be getting on a bit too, although I did see her on TV the other week (on that Princess Diana concert farce), and she looked amazing!
I’m tired. Just a few points on my trip to Melksham FC.
Melksham 0-2 Bath City
Shit ground.
An actual sofa behind the goal!
Crappy HiFi speakers, fit for granny’s living room, hung from the stands.
Bath City’s Martin Paul = bad boy. Elbowing some player in the throat. Naughty, naughty.
Cricket pitch, rugby ground, bowling green and fishing pond all in same complex.
Nice chips.
I’m off to bed.
Good night.
Apologies for a shit blog this evening.
Simon the Gooner dared to come out and watch some real football this evening – Bath City v Cheltenham Town in a pre-season friendly. I met him at the local delicatessen as we both thought we would try some local pre-match pies. After eating, we walked down to Twerton Park and I picked up my season ticket. Look at it – beautiful.
With an hour to kill before kick off, we went into the club’s bar, Charlie’s, where Simon surprised me by ordering himself a bottle of Magners. I went for a bottle of the City Ale – after all, it’s been two months since I last tried some.
As for the game, it finished 4-0 to Cheltenham – absolute proof that you must not take pre-season friendlies too seriously – the result did not reflect the performance. City did well, and if it weren’t for the fact Cheltenham play their football three divisions higher, and have a fulltime squad, the result could have been a lot closer.
I should be off to Melksham on Thursday for an away friendly. Hopefully I’ll have some City goals to blog about.
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