It has been over 2 hours since I got back to my flat, but I am still freezing cold.

I spent the evening watching Bath City beat Newport County in the Setanta Shield. This is normally a mediocre cup, but due to failings in other competitions this season, it has taken more significance. Therefore, I was pleased when City thrashed Newport 4-1.

Anything less than this rout would have made the whole evening a total waste of my time. It was bitterly cold and there were moments I wished I had stayed at home with beer and crisps, watching footy on TV. Instead, I was stood at Twerton Park, in Arctic-like conditions, without even a hot drink (the tea bar was closed).

I may still be cold, but I am happy with the result.

The same cannot be said for Newport…

Not only did they have to endure the freezing cold
Not only are they doing WORSE this season than Bath City
Not only did they get thrashed 4-1 tonight
Not only did they have to travel home – and pay to get across the Severn Bridge
BUT they are going home to Wales – a country, if it weren’t for England, classed as ‘third world’

It’s no wonder it all kicked off at the end when they asked their manager to go forth and multiply…

Something very strange happened to me this morning.

While getting ready to leave for work, I noticed a woman sitting, wearing a dressing gown, on the next door neighbours shed. She then jumped off the shed (which must have been 7 foot high), into the ground floor flat’s garden, wandered around, before attempting to get back into, what I assume to be, her own garden.

I really didn’t know what to do. Should I have phoned the police? There was no chance of her breaking into the ground floor flat and certainly not into mine on the first floor. I don’t think calling 999 would have been appreciated by my apparent neighbour, or necessary – she didn’t appear to be dangerous or hurt.

She just looked like she was high on drugs and reminded me of Amy Winehouse. I have never seen her before and don’t really know where she lives – there are many flats on my road, which change ownership on a frequent basis.

All very freaky. I hope she was OK, but wish I never have to see her or anything like that again!

I’ve noticed today that Blogger.com have been messing around with my website template and have added their own, nasty ‘B’ icon by the URL

The code generating the offending icon is

<link rel="icon" type="image/vnd.microsoft.icon" href="http://www.blogger.com/favicon.ico"/>

Due to the way my site is published through the Blogger system, it isn’t simply a case of removing this line from the HTML code.

As I pay for my own hosting and wrote the majority of the template myself, I think it’s a bit of a cheek of them to do this – especially without informing me.

I therefore need to find a clever bit of code that I can stick in my template, which will remove that stupid B and replace it with the star icon I used to have!

Why is it that my well-loved clubs, Bath City and Leeds United, never manage to both win on the same day? This season, I am yet to have the joys of celebrating a duo of football victories.

I now believe something strange and unexplained is linking my teams…

Take today for example. Bath City are playing St. Albans. 1-0 up at half time and cruising. I check the score from Leeds to find they are drawing 0-0 with Walsall.

Shortly into the second half of the City game, I check the Leeds score. To my joy, I see Leeds are wining 1-0. Within minutes of learning this news, St. Albans equalise. I then hear that Leeds are 2-0 up; only to see Bath totally lose the plot and concede a second goal, winning the game for St. Albans.

Something strange is going on….

All the VoIP phones went down. Part of the patient administration system broke. Karl was off sick, and contractors turned the office into a building site, by bashing down a large chunk of wall – it was horrendously noisy. They are far from finished.

As featured on Danny Baker’s 606 – a very special version of Bohemian Rhapsody, where every syllable is replaced with a football players name.

Genius

Is this the real life?
TWISS FISH MCGREAL CRUYFF

Is this just fantasy?
TWISS FISH BUSST MANN LUZHNY

Caught in a landslide
VOGTS RIMMER BRAND HYDE

No escape from reality
YEO JESS TAIT SONG MCGREAL GUTI

Open your eyes
BOPP PEN ALPAY

Look up to the skies and see
COOK JUPP PUGH KERR DAEI PRESSLEY

Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
HAIM BUSST IPOUA ROY DAEI REID YEO GYNN MATHIE

Because I’m easy come, easy go
MEE GOSS HAIM GEE LEE BUNN GEE LEE YEO

A little high, little low
BA LYTTLE DAEIL LYTTLE YEO

Anyway the wind blows
DANI FAYE KERR BLIND KLOSE

Doesn’t really matter to me
COUSINS SEALEY MATHERS PUGH GEE

To me
PUGH GEE

Mama, just killed a man
PALMER BUSST FRIEL HAMANN

Put a gun against his head
POTTER BUNN MCCOIST TWISS FRED

Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
GOULD CARRAGHER HOWE PREECE STEAD

Mama, life had just begun
PALMER CRUYFF STEAD BUSST GEE GUNN

But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
BUTT HOWE HYDE JOHN SAND BROWN GRITT BALL ALPAY

Mama, ooo
LAMA PUGH

Didn’t mean to make you cry
GITTENS BREEN PUGH LAKE GREW FREI

If I’m not back again this time tomorrow
DIOUF HAIM WATT JACK, FAGAN, TWISS, GRIMES PUGH MORROW

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters
BARRY LONG BARRY LONG SMITH DUFF GYNN SEALEY MATHERS

Too late, my time has come
PUGH PATES TUGAY RANSOME

Sends shivers down my spine
BENT CHIVERS BROWN DAEI VINE

Body’s aching all the time
DODD REECE HAY KING BALL KERR VINE

Goodbye everybody. I’ve got to go
WOOD FREI D’AVRAY COTTEE HYDE GUTI LOWE

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth
POTTER HEATH PUGH BALL LEE HEINZE CASE KERR HUTH

Mama, ooo
BRAMMER PUGH

I don’t want to die
DAEI BRUNT HUNT PUGH FREI

I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all!
DAEI BUNN GRIMES FISH HYDE WEBBER BREEN HORNE PLATT BALL

I see a little silhouetto of a man
FACEY BA LYTTLE SILVA ETO HUTH HAMANN

Scaramouche, scaramouche, will you do the fandango?
DIARRA BRUCE DIARRA BRUCE BRILL KANU HAMANN BRANCO

Thunderbolt and lightning, very very frightening me
YOUNG KERR HOULT SAND BRIGHT KING VIEIRA VIERI FREI LING LEE

Galileo, galileo
BAILEY MAYO

Galileo, galileo
BAILEY MAYO

Galileo figaro-magnifico
BAILEY MAYO FIGO LAW HAGI ZICO

But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me
BUTT HAIM BASTOCK LAW ROY YEO MOODY GROVES LEE

He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
PREECE BASTOCK MOORE ROY SONG IPOUA MORALEE

Spare him his life from this monstrosity
CLARE GYNN TWISS CRUYFF SONG TWISS LONG ROSS GUTI

Easy come easy go, will you let me go
CISSE DUNNE CISSE YEO HILL PUGH BETT LEE YEO

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. Let him go
TWISS MILLER YEO GEE HILL WATT BETT PUGH YEO – BETT WYNNE YEO

Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let him go
TWISS MILLER LEE HILL WATT BETT PUGH YEO – BETT WYNNE YEO

Bismillah! We will not let you go. Let me go
TWISS MILLER LEE HILL WATT BETT PUGH YEO – BETT LEE YEO

Will not let you go. Let me go
HILL WATT BETT PUGH YEO – BETT GEE YEO

Will not let you go. Let me go
HILL WATT BETT PUGH YEO – BETT GEE YEO

No, no, no, no, no, no, no
ROWE FLO CROWE YEO LOWE PYO DEFOE

Mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go
BRAMMER FEAR BRAMMER FEAR BETT LEE CROWE

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me
FRIEL LEBOUEF CASPER NEVILLE BUSST BA HYDE GORRE LEE GORRE LEE GORRE LEE

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
LOWE PUGH LINKE PUGH LAHM STONE LEE SAND GRITT GYNN LI TIE

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
LOWE PUGH LINKE PUGH LAHM LOVE LEE SAND GREAVES LEE TUGAY

Oh baby, can’t do this to me, baby
YEO DAVEY DURRANT PUGH TWISS PUGH LEE DAVEY

Just gotta get out. Just gotta get right outta here
BUSST POTTER BETTS KUYT BUSST POTTER BETTS RIDEOUT KINNEAR

Nothing really matters
DUFF LING SEALEY MATHERS

Anyone can see
BENNI MCCARTHY

Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me
DUFF LING SEALEY MATHERS DUFF LING SEALEY MATHERS PUGH GEE

Any way the wind blows…
DANI GREY KERR BLIND KLOSE

I’m still thawing out after watching Bath City play Street in a bitterly cold evening. Commitment on my part, especially as the game was only the Somerset Cup.

It’s strange – the weather during Zummerzet Cup games always seems to be of Arctic-like conditions; while at the same time, in another equally pointless competition, the Setanta Shield, it always pisses it down.

When CTRL+ALT+DEL doesn’t work…

What’s the difference between Spurs and a triangle?

A triangle has 3 points  :o)

Found this on the Orange website. Spot the obvious error.