This Derby County fan really doesn’t like Leeds United. If you ever wanted to know what “bitter” sounds like, here you go…
Considering the caller was on the verge of tears at the prospect of Derby giving Leeds a ‘Guard of Honour’, I can’t imagine he would have taken this very well…
There was an illegal rave in Bath last night.
Judging by the reaction of local residents on social media, this was undoubtedly the biggest event to take place here since Asterix visited the City in 50 BC.
Unsurprisingly, the vast majority have been condemning the rave, with any excitement the result of outrage and not illegal drugs or banging toons.
Some, inevitably, have leapt to the defence of the revellers…
What a tolerant woman. Who would have thought that she lives in BRISTOL, so would not have been affected by the disturbance.
I can also state with total honesty that in my youth, not once did I attend a rave – legal or otherwise. A night in Dan’s damp basement flat, playing multiplayer GoldenEye was my way of a good night. No drums, no bass, no drugs, nothing against the law and back home in bed before midnight.
My sleep wasn’t disturbed by the music, although Claire would be right to point out that had I gone to bed next to the DJ’s speaker, I would have still slept well.
I am pissed off for the tens of thousands of locals who either didn’t sleep as well as me, or live closer to the Upper Swainswick – the site of the rave.
My mum lives very near to that area of Bath and tells me it was awful… although I have my suspicions that she was one of the rave organisers.
I also assume that, as the rave was just a bit of fun, any rubbish generated by the festivities will have all been carefully cleaned up by those who attended. I am sure that the fun-seekers wouldn’t want anyone not responsible to have to clean up their mess.
Then there is the COVID-19 situation. Clearly a rave isn’t the best place to follow social-distancing. If people want to risk their own health and lives for a bit of fun, “it’s their funeral”, as the saying goes.
However, no doubt after a night’s raving and pill-popping, Tyler will visit “Nan” for Sunday roast. Hopefully when passing his grandmother the gravy, he won’t also pass on a killer virus.
It sounds like due to the volume of covidiots, Avon and Somerset Police had trouble shutting down the rave. They should have just asked Mark Corrigan for help…
If I haven’t come across as a grumpy old man yet, I’ll leave you with this question…
How can anyone consider this music? Had I made this racket during a music lesson in school, I would have been given a detention.
As you will probably already be aware, the government announced earlier this week that from 24 July, face coverings will become mandatory when visiting shops in England.
Great news. Although, why has it taken the authorities such a lengthy time to introduce this law? How many lives could have been saved if this regulation had been made in May or June?
Indeed, Scotland and many of the other major European countries have had this law since mid-May! I find it no coincidence that on Wednesday, Scotland marked a significant milestone by not registering a single COVID-19 related death for seven days.
The news of compulsory face coverings in England was met with the predictable backlash from a vocal minority, refusing to wear any form of PPE.
Claire and I recently watched an episode of The Three Day Nanny. A recurring theme throughout this series involves a stroppy toddler, refusing to do anything asked of them by their exhausted mum and dad. The reason behind the child’s behaviour is often revealed to be an act of defiance, against one or both parents, meaning that whatever the toddler is told to do, they would refuse.
It certainly feels like many of the adults refusing to wear face coverings are doing so because they don’t like being told to do by those in authority. Sound familiar?
By wearing a face covering, you are not showing support for Boris Johnson and his colleagues. You would struggle to find anyone who dislikes the Conservative Party more than me. Just because I intend to wear PPE when I eventually leave the house, and continue to follow the laws surrounding COVID-19, it doesn’t mean I will be changing my alligence and voting for the Tories in the next election.
The use of face coverings save lives. Simple as that. It shouldn’t matter if The Conservatives, Labour, or Monster Raving Loony Party are asking us to use them. Just do it.
I didn’t really want to go down this route, but if just one person decides to wear PPE because of what I post on here, resulting in one less person contracting the deadly virus, it’ll be the most important thing I have ever written on my blog…
If you won’t wear face covering for Boris, yourself, your family, friends, or the general public, please do so for people like me.
I am classified by the government as “extremely vulnerable”. This means that if I was to catch COVID-19, there is a high chance of me developing serious complications, or even dying.
Roughly two million individuals in the UK are considered vulnerable. The population of the country is 66 million. This means that potentially one in 33 people you encounter in a supermarket are at significant risk.
Two years ago, I was admitted into Intensive Care. I came very close to death. Obviously this was unrelated to coronavirus, but the respiratory problems I suffered could easily have been as a result of the virus.
By not wearing face covering, because it is uncomfortable, doesn’t look fashionable, or just because you don’t want to, you are putting over 2,000,000 people at risk of this…
PLEASE WEAR FACE COVERING.
DON’T FORCE ME TO WEAR A VENTILATOR.
I started this personal blog/website 16 years ago. In fact, my first post was exactly six days before Leeds United were relegated from the Premiership on 2 May 2004.
Just over 16 years later, and Leeds have finally been promoted again to the top-flight of English football – the land of milk and honey.
You may have thought that during all of that time blogging and waiting for Leeds to get back to where they belong, I would have come up with an incredible post to celebrate my team’s achievement. A literary masterpiece, that would be published and republished on an international scale. Retired football players would coo over my words, while members of the current Leeds squad send their love and appreciation for my kind words about them.
I am not ashamed to admit that I have not prepared any such blog post. There are two main reasons for this…
- I am superstitious, so by writing a post congratulating Leeds on promotion, before they had finished the job would be just asking for trouble!
- Given the importance of my club’s achievement, I thought it best to express my feelings onto my blog once the goal had been met.
The trouble is, that now Leeds have done what I have been waiting 5,920 days for them to do, I don’t know how to feel. It is if this is not real.
I am sure over the weekend, reality and joy will kick in and I’ll end up annoying any readers I have left with below-par Leeds content and rubbish attempts at humour.
Enjoy the quiet while it lasts…
Well that was fucking horrible.
Yes, Leeds won, but they made such hard work of the job in hand – beating the team who was bottom of the league.
Leeds couldn’t even score! The only way in which they managed to win 1-0, was by relying upon a Barnsley player comically scoring an own goal.
I squeaked, shook, screeched and shuffled myself through the entire match, waiting for Barnsley to inevitably score and equalise.
I assume that our neighbours must have been out. Had they heard my inhuman sounds, they would have surely called the police, or possibly even the RSPCA.
Roman looked rather bemused by the entire thing, while Claire just continued to watch the unfolding disaster on TV. Presumably she was all too familiar with her hubby’s wacky ways.
The match eventually finished. Leeds had won 1-0. Instead of relief, I felt numb. I should really have gone for a lie down in a dark room…
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