I heard disturbing reports from Leeds United, that the club mascot, Lucas the Kop Kat, was missing from Elland Road today. If Leeds have axed poor Lucas, it’ll be the darkest day in the club’s history.
This evening we noticed a lady wandering down the street, knocking on all the doors of the houses. As regular readers will remember, I recently had an encounter with some Jehovah Witnesses, trying to get into my property, so I am vary of opening the door to cold callers. The nuisance of a woman eventually came to our front door. Naturally I didn’t answer when she rang the bell. Before leaving to pester somebody else, she chucked a leaflet though the letterbox. At this point I was disappointed I didn’t answer the door to her. The leaflet was from the Conservative Party. It had been a long week at work and I quite fancied a political debate. If she ever does come back, I’ll tell her that there are two things we don’t do in our household. One is vote for the Tories. The second is use the word “cunt”. However, there is one exception. The use of the word “cunt” is permitted when describing David Cameron. That’ll be one guaranteed way never to see Tory Girl again.
Claire has now gone out with friends, so I am left on my own. I am spending the evening in watching Aladdin, in memory of Robin Williams. It has been years since I’ve watched it and I forgot how good it is. Williams’ performance as The Genie is superb. As Claire is going out for a meal, I had to eat something nice too and decided upon pizza. For the last few months, we’ve been using Papa John’s, as it’s the best pizza delivery I have found. I discovered this evening, however, that while PJ’s is great for special offers if ordering for two or more people, ordering alone is a bit rubbish. Therefore, it was back to Dominos. I felt like I was cheating. I’m sorry, Papa. If it makes you feel better, I didn’t like Dominos as much. Please try to do some better offers for those saddos dining alone.
This is lunch.
It is a Rustlers Barbecue Pork Rib Sandwich. I can categorically state it was not cooked on a barbecue and having read the cooking instructions back-to-back, have found that the only way it can be cooked is in the microwave. There is probably some pork in there. Maybe. There are no bones, and as ribs are bones, there are therefore no ribs. Technically, it’s not a sandwich, either, as it isn’t in between two slices of bread. It is a in some kind of a bun, so I’ll give them that. I suppose you get what you pay for and I paid a pound.
I ate it about an hour ago. Sixty minutes on, I am not dead. Yet.
Maybe I made a mistake at the weekend, when, after watching Bath City lose 3-0, I blogged the statement
They’re a great set of players. Probably Bath City’s strongest squad since 2010. You won’t see many more performances like yesterday this season.
Picture the scene. It’s a chilly summers evening at Twerton Park. 29 minutes into the game. Bath City are losing 4-0 to Basingstoke (that’s right, it’s not a typo, I really did write FOUR NIL). Uh-oh.
It was by the mercy of God, they didn’t concede any more goals. Sadly, they didn’t score any, either. So there was no miracle comeback, leading to a 5-4 win.
Bath City play again on Saturday, at home to Chelmsford City. Given the fact last Saturday was 3-0, yesterday 4-0, I’m sticking a tenner on a 5-0 defeat.
I woke up to the sad news that Robin Williams had died. He starred in three of my much-loved films as a child – Aladdin, Mrs Doubtfire and Hook.
Sadly, it just goes to show that despite being awash with talent, fame and money, you can still suffer from severe depression. A sad day.