Posted by sean on December 23, 2013 at 8:26 pm in Christmas with No Comments

Today is a festive blog of things I would like and things I would not like for Christmas.

First of all, things I would like…

World Peace?

Not for me. If there was World Peace, there would be no Grand Theft Auto, the police would be unemployed and self-absorbed celebrities wouldn’t be able to boost their ego

No, I would like Luciano Becchio, dressed in a Leeds United shirt, wearing a bow, sitting under the Christmas tree.

Things I would not like. Well that’s easy…

That is unless it is accompanied by lighter fluid and matches or a pile of manure

Posted by sean on December 21, 2013 at 5:47 pm in Bath City, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

Hayes and Yeading’s Christmas present to Bath City

This tweet was made with the Bath City Supporters’ Coach about 20 minutes away from their ground.

Considering the entire country had been rained on all week, with no improvement this morning, surely it would have made sense to have a pitch inspection prior to allowing the fans and players to leave Bath? Obviously not.

This was the first and hopefully last time I make a 4 hour round-trip to a motorway service station.

It’s a pity Hayes and Yeading didn’t pour this on their pitch

Posted by sean on December 21, 2013 at 10:28 am in Too Random To Categorise with No Comments

I’ve been caught by the latest pyrotechnic craze. Going to bring this bad boy to football. Impressed?

Posted by sean on December 20, 2013 at 12:14 pm in Chocolate with No Comments

Since when did they discontinue the Strawberry Creme Quality Streets? They were my favourite. I’ve only just got over the coffee flavour sweets being axed.

Posted by sean on December 16, 2013 at 9:12 pm in Christmas, Pubs, Ventures Outside Of Bath with No Comments

A few weeks ago, we went for a very unpleasant birthday meal at The Lodekka pub in Bristol. Since then, one reader of my blog, namely Simon, pointed out to me that I should not be surprised to have been served up rubbish, haven chosen to eat in Bristol.

You will all then be surprised that yesterday we decided to return to the same pub for our Christmas meal. Why did we decide to eat at the place which served me something so foul? The simple answer – we had already booked and paid for the festive dinner.

So how was it? The fact I am blogging the following day shows I haven’t been poisoned to death. I am not blogging from a hospital bed either (I know the wards are equipped with WiFi these days). The most surprising thing about the whole evening was the quality of the meal!

The head chef at the pub had clearly read my critical review the other week, sacked his colleagues, replacing them with trained chefs, before taking a basic cookery class himself. Yes, it was edible. I would even call it “OK”. Oh what the hell, it’s Christmas! The meal was NICE.

I’ve been for many Christmas dinners in the past with work and to be blunt, they haven’t been very pleasant at all. I seem to recall blogging about them all, so a quick dig through the archives will show you what I mean. This one, however, pleased me.

Yes the starter of tomato soup could have been from a tin, but the main was really hot, well cooked and accompanied by the biggest Yorkshire pudding I have ever seen. Mick McCarthy (the most northern man on the planet) would be proud of it. To top it all off was the dessert. A bowl of custard with a slab of deep-fried Christmas pudding in the middle, and I normally HATE Christmas pudding! The fact this calorific treat was covered in molten fat made all the difference. I’ll try not to think about what it has done to my insides. My arteries have only recovered from that battered Mars Bar I had in Grimsby two years ago.

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