As I write this blog, I sit on a coach, driving through the South West countryside.
Late this morning, I decided to bite the bullet and make the long trip to Bognor Regis to watch Bath City.
I won’t be getting a proper dinner, will be arriving home really late, and will be absolutely shattered tomorrow at work; but it’ll all be worth it!
The life of a football fan. Come on The City!
Apparently my alcohol-damaged Compaq can be repaired. If I get it back and working, I’ll be happy – better than a cheap, crappy new one. Due to alcohol dependency, however, it may have to go into rehab with Amy Winehouse.
Bath City have Truro away in The FA Cup Second Qualifying Round. Looks like I’ll be going to Cornwall in two weeks time. A fecking 9-hour round trip. I hope they sell pasties at the ground!
Yesterdays trip to watch Bath City play Cambridge was somewhat different to my normal excursions. As mentioned the other day, I volunteered to film the match with fellow City fan, Mark. We were also placed on the players’ coach for the journey – a welcome change; not that I have anything against City supporters!
When we arrived at the ground, Mark and I were treated as members of the media, and issued with press passes, gaining free access to the ground – something I certainly cannot complain about!
After much wrestling with a troublesome tripod, we eventually secured the camera, ready to start the tape rolling. Filming was surprisingly easy, although I am starting to wonder if I zoomed in and out too frequently. When the DVD is released, it may have to carry a MOTION SICKNESS warning.
The game finished 2-2. I was on the camera for both Bath City goals, while Mark filmed Cambridge’s second strike. I’ll try and get a clip of my footage uploaded in the next few days.
Following the match, we joined the players in the bar for a post-match drink, before heading off to the local fish and chip shop for a “healthy” sportsman’s meal.
The journey home seemed to take forever, and due to the early start, I was getting rather tired. Still, the players kept me amused with their witty banter, so I was able to keep (some of) my sanity.
THE NEXT STANLEY KUBRICK?
DARREN EDWARDS JUST MISSES A SNIPERS BULLET. THE KEEPER IS NOT SO LUCKY.
WHILE DAVE GILROY NICKS A DEFENDERS’ WALLET AND MAKES A RUN FOR IT
Just found this lying in my inbox. If anyone gives out there bank details as a result of this e-mail, they deserve to have their account hijacked. People that stupid don’t deserve money.
Dear Bank of America client,
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I think I know the man responsible for this e-mail…
About Me
So you stumbled across my blog. No doubt after searching for something bizarre on Google. Before you hit that 'Back Button', why not stay and have a read for a few minutes?
If you are after a website which gives advice on how to hack an iPhone X, download the latest Steven Seagal movie, or view nudy ladies, you've come to the wrong place and may now press 'Back'.
However, if you would like a lifestyle blog, written by a 30-something chap, living in Bath (England), feast your eyes on this.
You won't discover how to copy PlayStation 4 games. What you will find is a blog, covering life in the West Country, the highs and lows of supporting two unsuccessful football teams, while sharing a house with a wife and rabbit.
All written by a man, somewhere on the sanity-scale between normal and eccentric.
