For the past year or so, I have been nagging people to buy me an iPad whenever it’s my birthday, Christmas or Bar Mitzvah.
Now I am pleased to announce that I no longer want an iPad.
I want one of these instead.
A Bath City fixture poster was chucked through the letterbox the other day. Apparently the club are sending them to thousands of homes throughout Bath in a bid to increase support.
There are 4 other flats in my building. Obviously no of my fellow residents took an interest as the flyer was left in a pile with some junk mail.
Most of the flats in my block get an excellent view of Twerton Park, so if they’re unaware that there is a football club down the road, they’re blind.
I therefore I liberated the advert and took it into my own flat, in case I forget who Bath City are playing.
I hate missing Bath City games. That is probably why I try to attend them all. Sometimes though, it cannot be helped and on a rare occasion I am unable to watch The Romans play.
I missed tonight’s game at Rushden & Diamonds due to work commitments. Instead, I stayed at home and listened to the commentary on the internet.
On retrospect, I think it was quite a good game to miss. City lost 5-1. The first time they have conceded 5 goals since 2004.
I can’t help but feel partly responsible. Had I been at the game, my mere presence would no doubt have inspired the team to a 6-0 victory.
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.
