Until this weekend there has not been much too write, unless you want a detailed breakdown of my football manager season with Darlington, which from previous experience you don't. However this weekend has been a lot better. Sunday was a great day. The mighty Charlton heroically put in a performance forty five games too late, 4-2 to relegate Norwich. Sorry Mark, Shiner and Matt but Barnsley won so it doesn't matter. Though the highlight was one of the players three year old son. At the end of the game he placed the ball on the centre circle and ran towards goal. He had the whole grounds attention for the five minutes it took him to run to the goal. Everyone was willing him to score but in full Charlton kit he ran it wide. Charlton is just in the blood. He picked up the ball put it back on field and ran it in to loud cheers and he even had a song in his honour. I caught the train into central London to meet Alex with a whole carriage of Norwich fans. One had a blow up doll he had dressed as man to keep him company all the way to Norwich.
It was great to see Alex and Smith, plans for a London dash have been put into motion. Alex also had the good fortune to see a man wanking in the toilet. Only in trendy London.
Then it was off to meet people in Gravesend via Dartford, a route that makes you feel a little dirty. Catherine, Matt and Patrick all made the best come backs since Sister Act 2. Patrick brought his new lady friend, Christine, who is lovely, and far too good for Pat but there you are. She hasnt been put off by a trip to Gravesend, must be serious.
A bbq with Lee was fun, despite being repetitively beaten in staring contests by a five year old girl. So much so, she called me a loser and took pity on me and left me a broken and defeated man.
Other than that flurry of activity I have had plenty of time on my hands. So I made the executive decision to join the largest remnant of European fascism, a gym. Alex has already waded in and called me a Yuppie, which I would accept if it wasn't Alex calling me it. Yes I know I can jog for free but if my attitude to joggers on the street is anything to go by I couldn't handle the scorn. So far so good, other than one instance of misusing a machine which led to me halving my ability to have children.
This post might not mean much to a lot of people but as I said, life is a little slow at the moment. Won't stop me writing though, I like to tell people about my uneventful life, like an old lady on a bus.
love love love x
It was great to see Alex and Smith, plans for a London dash have been put into motion. Alex also had the good fortune to see a man wanking in the toilet. Only in trendy London.
Then it was off to meet people in Gravesend via Dartford, a route that makes you feel a little dirty. Catherine, Matt and Patrick all made the best come backs since Sister Act 2. Patrick brought his new lady friend, Christine, who is lovely, and far too good for Pat but there you are. She hasnt been put off by a trip to Gravesend, must be serious.
A bbq with Lee was fun, despite being repetitively beaten in staring contests by a five year old girl. So much so, she called me a loser and took pity on me and left me a broken and defeated man.
Other than that flurry of activity I have had plenty of time on my hands. So I made the executive decision to join the largest remnant of European fascism, a gym. Alex has already waded in and called me a Yuppie, which I would accept if it wasn't Alex calling me it. Yes I know I can jog for free but if my attitude to joggers on the street is anything to go by I couldn't handle the scorn. So far so good, other than one instance of misusing a machine which led to me halving my ability to have children.
This post might not mean much to a lot of people but as I said, life is a little slow at the moment. Won't stop me writing though, I like to tell people about my uneventful life, like an old lady on a bus.
love love love x
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