Ah, my first blog. So much to talk about, so much to say. I'm finally coming to terms with throwing away a 3-1 lead on Sunday morning for The Bush against a team who were so professional in their approach, I assume they were 'The Hurricanes'. I was embarrassed for them. There was us, aimlessly kicking a ball into an empty net, with it frequently landing on the nearby bowling green. There were 'The Hurricanes' marching out of the disease-ridden changing rooms at heaton terrace, with bibs on and training cones for the warm-up. I had to ask my dad, who had arisen from his pit to give everyone a timely reminder that not all of the human race have evolved as much as others, that it was indeed a sunday morning and that I had not stumbled onto a European minnows qualifying match. We had the bare bones out, no less than 5 players missing which, for a sunday morning team, is quite a lot. Span was absent again. What a waste of talent. A great player who unfortunately cannot handle his ale and thus cannot arise in the morning to play. Even though both games so far this season were literally minutes away from his house. You will no doubt be hearing a lot more about this glue sniffer in the coming weeks and months.
Looking through today's papers, and after getting past the circus that has now become the Madeline McCann story, I read that Anita Roddick has sadly passed away. Ironic, i thought, that she was the founder of the Body Shop and yet it was her brain that gave way in the end, a haemorrhage. Life can be cruel.
I also found it refreshing that Jim Davidson has been 'sticking it' to Brian Dowling, though he wouldn't thank me for putting it like that. I am not homophobic at all, I just don't like puffs. Or lezzas (this excludes porn star lezzas). tee hee, just jokin. Seriously though, I don't like that horrible, fat mess that is Dowling. He is as camp as a row of tents and his crack's shit. If you're wondering why I have ever tuned into that pile of shite, two words - Abbey Clancy. Yum.
Then there are Richie May's nipples. After a very thorough scientific test, in which ALL variables were taken into account, he lost the resulting nipple-off but still continues to claim his nipples are smaller than mine. That has always rankled with me. Just thought i'd mention it.
