Sean's Stories

Posted by sean on 31/01/2011 at 5:52 pm in Life In Bath with No Comments


While visiting my flat on Saturday night, John made the startling revelation that last week he had left his IT job with Sky. He assures both Simon and me that he has not been sacked and his decision to leave was entirely his doing.

Personally, I think in a week that saw both Andy Gray and Richard Keys depart the organisation for sexism, it is more than just a coincidence that he has also gone. My guess is a female IT technician joined the team and John and a colleague assumed she couldn’t ping an IP address.

Posted by sean on 30/01/2011 at 9:49 pm in Video Games with No Comments


Last night, John and Simon came round. For the first time since I bought the console, we managed to try out some 3-player gaming on the Wii, thanks to John buying two more control pads.

GoldenEye
The reason I bought the Wii in the first place. Very disappointing in multiplayer mode. Absolutely nothing like the original Perhaps if we gave it more time, we might be able to get used to the complex controls and new levels, but it certainly lacks the charm and instant, easy to play game play of the 1997 classic. We soon gave up.

Mario Kart
According to the TV adverts, a favourite in the Redknapp and JLS households. Also well liked by both John and myself. Simon, who is about as much a fan of racing games as John is of football, was a lot less enthusiastic. However, after forcing it upon him and pouring pizza and cider down his throat, I think he eventually started to enjoy it. Although he’ll never admit to it, of course.

Mario Kart is a lot more fun and has retained the appeal of the SNES classic. It is still extremely enraging, especially when you are within a split-second of crossing the finish line, only to be hit by a blue shell from a mate about 8 places behind you.

Posted by sean on 29/01/2011 at 7:30 pm in Bath City with No Comments


I may have referred to Tuesday night’s game as being the best Bath City match of the season.

After watching them beat a fulltime and former-league side, Cambridge United, 4-0 this afternoon, I take it all back.

This afternoon was fantastic and the best display of football I have seen in years at Twerton Park.

Sorry for the short blog – off out shortly.

Posted by sean on 28/01/2011 at 10:32 pm in Football, Television with No Comments


Rule No.1: The Offside Rule
The offside rule is simple. It is when a woman steps outside the kitchen.

Thumbs up if you're a sexist, Manchester United loving, big headed pig

Posted by sean on 27/01/2011 at 10:29 pm in Me Vs. The World with 1 Comment


I did have a momentary spell of calm since Monday’s moan, but have my Victor Meldrew hat on again for another rant this evening. Get strapped in, this is going to be a long one…

I went to my bank earlier in the week (the same branch which caused me so much stress two months ago). All I went in for was to pay in a cheque. The woman behind the counter then started going on and on about making an appointment to meet my bank manager. When I politely, but firmly said NO, she started quizzing me on why I don’t want to save money. Talk about a red rag to a bull…

Firstly. I would have considered meeting my bank manager, BUT my lovely bank, who, according to their adverts are always so considerate to their customers’ needs, have changed their opening hours. Therefore, if I want to go into the building, I need to go in my lunch break as they’re now closed after I finish work.

Secondly, I don’t borrow money. I do not have a credit card nor do I use my overdraft. Therefore, how can they save me money? I did have one possible idea that the overpaid twat of a bank manager who, along with his other banking colleagues, have caused this country to be plunged into a recession, could forgo their massive bonuses for doing fuck all. Maybe if all the bankers wankers gave up their bonuses, the world may be in a (slightly) better state and we as a country wouldn’t be over taxed and face pay cuts and job losses.

Thirdly, the cash point at my bank rarely works. It’s a load of shit. However, I guess they’ll argue they’re saving me money, as by blocking access to my cash, I can’t spend it.

As you have probably guessed, I didn’t say all that inside the bank. I just walked away muttering something along the lines of “I’ll make sure I blog about this…”.

I’m off now to drink camomile tea, light some candles and listen to Enya. I need to calm down before bed.

Lot’s more swears in today’s blog – far more than Monday’s. Apologies to anyone who normally reads my site while at work, as the web filters have probably blocked it due to all the profanity.

Sean's Stories

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