After the issue a few weeks ago, where I nearly burnt down the IT Department while trying to toast a sandwich, I decided upon a safer alternative. While there was some fire involved in the preparation of these cheese snacks, there wasn’t as much as the previous incident.
As an England football supporter, I probably shouldn’t want Germany to win the World Cup Final (currently in progress at 0-0), although with the German’s opposition being Argentina, I can probably be forgiven. The reason I would like to see Germany life the greatest trophy in football, is because they have the best setup at domestic club level.
The foolish Greg Dyke, former BBC buffoon, now head of the English FA, wants B Teams for Premier League sides. This is his idea to help youth development. Will it hell. The “big clubs” will just fill their B Teams with yet more foreign imports.
Spain have B Teams. They were equally as abysmal in the World Cup as England. This is why England should be looking towards replicating the German model. Their strongest sides embrace home grown talent. Then there are the rules on ownership, meaning commercial companies can’t buy huge takes in the club – effectively, in Germany, the team is owned by the fans, who will have the interests on the national team at heart.
On top of all of this, it is cheaper to watch a top flight game in Germany than a non-league match in England; Germany clubs have safe terracing – none of this nanny-state seating; you can drink while watching the game, without drunkards starting riots… there are just so many reasons for England to try to emulate Germany. Unfortunately, it doesn’t look they’re attempting to do so, and probably never will.
It’s now the end of 90 minutes. Extra time beckons. Given the fact I have lent my support to Germany, they’ll probably lose on penalties. Sorry, Herr Lipp.
Living in Somerset, generally anything goes. Although there are two strict rules. The first rule is that you never steal your neighbour’s cow. The second rule, and perhaps the most important, is that you never, ever, EVER drink cider with ice. I shamefully broke that rule this evening. Worse still, the crime was committed with the best cider you can buy – Sheppys Dabinett.
In my defence, the weather was extremely hot, I wanted to relax with a drink while watching the World Cup and there was nothing in the fridge. Given the extreme temperatures, a warm cider was not an option. If you find me guilty of this heinous crime, I will accept my punishment and exile myself back to York.
Apparently Leeds won 16-0 this evening in a pre-season friendly. If it weren’t for the fact I bothered to look up who they were playing – FC Gherdeina (no, I haven’t heard of them either) – I would have forgiven myself for thinking their opponents were Brazil.
A huge moth flew into the office today. It came out of Pav’s bag, which begs the question how often he opens it and worse still, what else is inside, if moths are taking up residence within it. The moth was huge and bared more similarities to a bat. I don’t have a phobia of moths, although this one scared me, due to its size. Nothing that large can be safe – it must surely feed on blood. Luckily, it hid away in the corner of the window frame. I bravely took a photo.
Thinking the moth would stay hidden and not cause any disruption or harm, I got on with my work and thought no more of it. A short while later, while explaining to how to use a memory stick to a visiting customer, I noticed the moth flying and crawling around behind my computer monitor and on the wall. I don’t think the customer saw the creature. If he did, he certainly didn’t comment on it. He must have, however, noticed me looking rather perturbed. I hope he did not think that I was scared of him or his flash drive.
I don’t know where the moth went, and quite frankly, I don’t want to know. I hope I never see it again. However, if I come in tomorrow, open my desk drawer and get attacked by the winged monster, I’ll be sure to blog about it. If it doesn’t kill me, that is.
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?
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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.
