I watched a programme on hoarders recently. The man on the programme had filled his house with rubbish and made tunnels out of piles of newspapers. He only ever ate boiled eggs and sponge cake. I was worried I was keeping to much junk in my flat and would turn into him. As a result, I have been throwing a lot of things away. I think the bin men must be pissed off. Old coffee machines, juicers, a PC and a massive speaker have all been put in the bin. I’m too lazy to take it to the tip, but spent hours disassembling the PC and putting it into five different bags. That is the only way the bin men would take it. Some of the stuff I threw away could have been sold on eBay. Again, I’m too lazy to organise that.
The Olympic Torch is coming to Bath. Some people I know are excited by this and tell me it is a once in a lifetime experience to witness. It has pissed me off as I won’t be able to get home on time. Somebody is running up Newbridge Hill with the torch and nobody is allowed to cross the road. I wonder what happens if it rains. Does the torch go out? What if somebody puts it out with a fire extinguisher? I may be forced to watch it while I wait until I’m allowed home.
I’ve been eating a lot of Wagon Wheels lately. I know they have been around for years – probably since the invention of the wheel – but rediscovering a taste from times gone by is good. They are certainly by favourite type of biscuit. Or are they a cake? The ones with jam inside are better still. The other snack I have been enjoying is Frazzles – the indisputable king of the crisps. Apparently, they are suitable for vegetarians, which surprised me. They taste so much of bacon, it’s as if somebody scraped a pig with a cheese grater, cooked the strips of pork and stuck them in a plastic bag.
Manchester Is Blue
The football season has been shit. Bath City got relegated and Leeds United didn’t do much better. I was however given some joy by Manchester City. I’m not a supporter of the club, but like me, they hate Manchester United, so as a result, I like them. It’s a nice warm feeling how football supporters are united by hate. I must admit, when Manchester City played their rivals, I did let out a very loud cheer of delight when they scored the winning goal. I yelled again last Sunday when they won the league, which meant Manchester United didn’t, My neighbours must think I’m a glory-supporting Manchester City fan. Either that or they don’t know about football and think they’re living next door to a madman. I think one of them is a football fan as he shouts every time Tottenham are playing. Maybe he isn’t a Spurs fan. Maybe he’s just mad and likes to make loud, random noises.
I have been informed by a work colleague that some rugby tournament starts today and that we should all be excited or something.
It is times like this, when I totally understand why people hate and take no interest in football.
Let me make it straight…
I love football
I like cricket a lot
I have been known to take an interest in F1
I CAN’T STAND rugby
To me, rugby is played by overgrown men who are too clumsy to play football. It is a boring sport, with more standing around waiting for the game to get going, than running around doing something. You get more live play in a game of snooker.
Whatever tournament is supposedly going on, I don’t really care if it’s England, Germany or The Faroe Islands that win.
Plus, from what I’ve heard on the news, most rugby players are high on cocaine and chew blood capsules (If you’re going to cheat, just dive for a penalty like a football player).
I know writing this blog is a little risky. After all, I live in a rugby town and have my face on this site. Therefore I would like to let James Wilkinson and Mark Catt know that the profile on my blog is not really me. Below is my REAL profile… so watch out!
Fed up of drug takers at Bath Rugby? Come and watch Bath City. Our player’s can’t even afford cocaine :o)
The egg chasing takes over the TV and radio stations for the 6 Nations.
I guess this is how rugby fans feel about football for 11 months of the year.
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