There have been lots of hamsters in the news lately. Yesterday, I blogged about the hamster who came back from the dead (in a bin). This evening, I have read about an emotional support hamster, who got flushed down the toilet by its owner.
I will never find out if my old hamster, Dennis Wise, was really dead when I put him in the dustbin. One thing I am certain of is, that he was never flushed down the lavatory.
This story has me worried now. My own pet hamster, Dennis Wise, died in 2010. As I lived in a flat and was unable to bury him, I put his body in the bin. Maybe he wasn’t dead at all!
At the weekend, Bath City played Shortwood United in the FA Cup. Shortwood United – a team so unheard of, that Accrington Stanley fans ask “who are they?”
In typical Bath City fashion, they made hard work of playing their opponents, who play their league games two divisions below them. To be fair, I don’t think City did too badly. Shortwood more than rose to the occasion of the cup tie and matched Bath man for man.
City were at home, so from the start were going to struggle. In football, most teams generally perform better when playing on their own turf. The problem for ‘The Romans’ is they have some old boys, who have been supporting the club since it was formed in the late nineteen century – or at least they look like they have.
They think they’re football managers. This would be all well and good, except, instead of being good football managers, like say, Brain Clough, Arsene Wenger or Don Revie (I’m a Leeds supporter, I had to get that one in), these fans are more like Steve McClaren, Dave Hockaday and Mr Bean.
The would-be-managers will stand huddled together, berating their players throughout the entire game. This torment is enough to put me on edge, and I’m just a fan watching the match. It must get to the young players and affect their performance.
Anyway… the old boys don’t travel to away games, which is why Bath City play much better on the road and haven’t lost since the opening game of the season. It must be said, the match where they did lose, I was in attendance and I haven’t been to an away game since, so have missed all their recent victories, but that is just a coincidence – my presence has no bearing on results at all… no. absolutely not…
Tonight, I will be going to Shortwood. I’ll be leaving work early – in little over an hour and a half in fact. Having never been before, I’m not too sure what to expect. However, considering that Shortwood’s ground is located at the end of a muddy, country lane, which is too narrow for a coach to drive down (we are travelling by minibus), I’m not expecting The Emirates…
In brighter news, her’s a hamster in a cardigan!
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.
The most annoying thing about Dennis Wise leaving Leeds is that I need to think of a new name for my hamster, who was named after the exiled manager. Any suggestions are welcome.
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