After leaving my poorly laptop at PC World last weekend, I today received a text from someone calling himself ‘The TechGuy’ informing me that the machine would be off to the workshop next week.
Will I ever see it again? If you believe what you read on the internet about PC World repairs – absolutely not.
Prove me wrong, PC World.
I was on filming duty again at the weekend for Bath City’s game against Eastleigh.
Unfortunately, as with every other game I have filmed so far, I was unable to record a City victory, and had to make do with a 1-1 draw.
I think I did well – after all, I remembered to take the lens cap off, kept the camera in one piece and didn’t drop it off the gantry. Does that qualify me to be a Sky Sports cameraman? I’m at least good enough for Setanta.
Last night I went to Longwell Green in Brizzle.
First of all we went to Nandos. I haven’t been in ages and I have missed the PeriPeri chicken, so it was nice to go back. It was my first visit to the Longwell Green branch, but despite having a really cool hand dryer, I prefer the Bath restaurant.
After eating chicken, we went to the cinema. We had 3 films to choose from – Tropic Thunder, Pineapple Express and RocknRolla. We decided to see the latter; mainly because it was just about to start and it had been out for a few weeks, therefore making it less likely to attract chavs who would talk and play with their mobile phones throughout the whole film.
I thought RocknRolla was one of Guy Ritchie’s better films. Not as good as Lock, Stock, but far better than Revolver. The plot was similar to LS in the the way it featured various ‘dodgy geezers’ all on separate missions and mostly unknown to each other. By coincidence they cross each others paths and blood is shed. A good film with a lot of "ouch" moments.
I made the grave mistake of forgetting to close my bedroom window this morning. This meant my flat was exposed to the elements all day and evening… the elements and the creatures of the garden.
My fears were confirmed when I noticed a giant beast of a spider sitting happily on my bedroom wall. It must have found its way in during the day.
Now don’t judge me – I am not normally cruel to animals and if my phobia of spiders was not as great as it is, I would have happily caught the creature in a pint glass (anything less would have been far too small) and put it to outside. However, I am not Steve Irwin and I hate creepy crawlies – especially 8 legged ones.
I had to kill it with that dodgy spray I have. The trouble was, after spraying the beast, it ran towards my bed. The last thing I wanted was to have it running all over my pillows and duvet! I managed to bravely block its path and force it to run onto the floor. It was a valiant effort on my part.
The spider has now run under by bed. Hopefully it is now dead. If it is alive, I am sure it will come and seek revenge upon me in the small hours.
After the great battle, I rang Claire (who is in Walsall) in a state of panic – she must have thought my flat had been invaded by serial killers. Luckily she sympathised with my fears – after all, she’s scared of wasps and bees. Unlike Claire, I don’t mind flying insects; but if spiders were to ever grow wings and stingers, Claire and me would both be forced to live in a constant state of fear.
About Me
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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.
