I have my laptop back and I am pleased to report that it appears it has been fixed successfully.
So impressed was I with PC World and their team of TechGuys, I decided to reward them by buying myself an external hard disk drive from their shop. I’ve been meaning to buy one for sometime as I have no other means of backing up my MP3s and videos, so it was quite an essential purchase.
I will reserve judgement until I have got it back home and checked it is fully working, but I am initially impressed with Compaq and The TechGuys this time. I’m being careful not to heap too much praise upon them – after all, if they were perfect, the laptop wouldn’t have broken in the first place.
I woke up with a sore throat that has got progressively worse as the day has gone on. No amount of Halls cough sweets can make it feel any better. Whoever has given me this cold virus is a bastard.
On a totally separate subject; both the ferocious spider and wasp featured in yesterdays blog have disappeared from the window outside my flat. As long as they are not inside the flat, I am pleased.
Who here has seen the movie King Kong? Not the old, black & white original; the Peter Jackson remake. Remember the fight between King Kong and the T-Rex? Arguably the ultimate ‘battle of the beasts’ – well that fight has now been surpassed…
This afternoon, a wasp flew into my flat. I somehow managed to avoid being stung and even chased it back out of the open window.
Right outside my flat, the mother of all spiders has decided to make its home. This spider has been troubling me greatly for weeks, but due to its size, I am wary of getting into any confrontation with it. The eight-legged beast also knows I am a spider killer (it obviously reads my blog), so therefore leaves me alone. Let’s just say we have a mutual respect for each other.
The escaping wasp was obviously totally unaware of this spider, and flew right into its web. Cue a massive battle between the ferocious, winged, stinging wasp and the eight legged, multi-fanged arachnid. The fight was extremely violent and blood was spilt. There could, however, be only one winner… the spider.
No doubt this horrible creature will consume the wasp, and grow even larger in size. At this rate, it will be catching small birds in its web, before turning its attention to bigger prey – namely myself!
Spotted in Sainsbury’s supermarket yesterday…
What do they put in these imported sausages to make them unsuitable for minors?
Bath City beat Clevedon Town and progress to the next round of the FA Cup. I had the pleasure of filming the match.
Leeds beat Hereford and move even closer to promotion to The Championship.
Newcastle lost to Blackburn and move even closer to relegation to The Championship.
I know it may be a little sick to laugh at the plight of The Toon Army, but as a Leeds fan, having to put up with taunts from every other supporter in the country, it amuses me.
Up until now, I thought Leeds United were the most farcical club in football history (and that includes the fictional club, Harchester United). Newcastle have now proved me wrong.
Bath City today start their FA Cup campaign and the long road to the final at Wembley.
Along the way they will come across the the giants of Chelsea, Arsenal and Manchester United City. They must, however, start the competition with a game against the European superpowers, Clevedon Town.
You never know, we may be seeing these scenes in May…
Apparently, the odds of winning the jackpot are 76,275,360/1, but seeing as we have 28 tickets, its cut down to 2,724,120/1 (unless my maths is very wrong!)
My own team also do a weekly syndicate for the National Lottery. The odds of winning that AND the Euros are 3,813,768,000,000/1 – a number so high, I don’t even know how to say it (although it probably involves trillions). Even so, I think we have every chance.
I’m off to bed in a minute. I’m hoping I will have a better nights sleep than yesterday.
Last night, Dennis Wise (my hamster, not the manager/odd-job man at Newcastle United) decided he would redecorate his cage. This involved destroying his mini-house, tearing apart the newspaper on his floor and kicking food, sawdust and shit everywhere.
All this went on at 2am and greatly disturbed my sleep. It’s hard to see how such a small animal can make so much noise, but he most certainly did!
Right now, my feelings towards Dennis Wise (the hamster) are similar to those of the Newcastle United fans’ thoughts on Dennis’ namesake… I don’t like him very much.