“July 19th. Why does that strike me as important?”
Spotted outside the estate agents in Newbridge at the weekend.
They’re not going to sell many houses with broken technology.
Last night I went with Simon on a pub crawl… well if 2 pubs and 2 pints can constitute that.
Being adventurous, we decided on a change of scene to The Dolphin, so went to The Weston – the pub that used to be good a few years ago, despite the windows being smashed and the toilets overflowing; but is now rubbish, posh and overpriced.
Despite now being a rubbish pub, The Weston was surprisingly busy. There was a live singer, but I don’t think the revellers where there to enjoy his music. Dubbed ‘the human jukebox’, he was unable to fulfil requests. I passed the time by playing Britain’s Got Talent, pretending to be Simon Cowell, buzzing him off.
After we had finished our drinks, it was accepted we had made a mistake in trusting The Weston, and went back to the more familiar surroundings of The Dolphin – the plan being to end our evening with a nice, quiet drink by the canal. Unfortunately, Ricky Ponting’s prayers were answered and the heavens opened, producing an almighty downpour.
Although we were only out in the shower for a matter of seconds – the time taken to run from our table back into the pub – we were still drenched, with our pint glasses becoming almost fully refilled – unfortunately with rain water.
The rest of my weekend was spent watching The Ashes, while working on a PHP script which allows me to produce status updates for my blog (see the top right of the main page). I have also found myself wasting far too much time on the Farm Town app on Facebook – stupid, addictive games!
If ever a single photo could invoke laugher, it has to be this.
I bet Ponting has a sleepless night ahead of him. Either that, or he’s praying for rain of biblical proportions.
The football season is back. Well kind of. It is the return of the pre-season friendlies. The proper stuff doesn’t start until next month.
So far, I have struggled to get too excited about the warm-up games, having only attended one match this July – a Tuesday night trip to Twerton Park where I watched a team, compiled mainly of unknown trialists, lose 2-1 to Hayes & Yeading United.
Tomorrow will be different. I am off to Wiltshire to watch City play Swindon Supermarine in another friendly. Like in the ‘real’ league fixtures, away games are much more enjoyable – especially if it is a new ground.
Not being a well-travelled being, visiting football grounds is one of the few ways I get to see new places in Britain. When Bath City eventually get into The Champions League, I will be able to extend my travels to Europe too.
Oh, and in case any of you were wondering, yes I have been to Swindon before. Like everyone who grew up in the West Country, I have been to The Oasis, for numerous school birthday parties. However, I have never seen Swindon Supermarine play football, so can neither confirm nor deny if they are a team made up of marine soldiers.
Could Bath City be facing these tomorrow?
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.
