Been a while, but here goes another ramble...Cracking weekend last week with Mr Brown, Friday was quite spooky as it was really foggy in the evening, a good old fashioned pea-souper it was, the sense of the macabre was accentuated by scary men in the pub wearing undertakers outfits and tall hats (think the Rhys Ifans character in Oasis' ‘Importance of Being Idle’ video). They just sat at the bar, drinking (I suppose they were in a pub) and then disappeared into the fog to go on a cadaver hunt (usually found near Yilmaz Kebabs in Somerfield car park). Post pub, a punishing FIFA09 session followed, which included 2 defeats in a row for this writer (1-0 against Spudz at the Lane). A change in tactics the following evening restored normality, as I triumphed several times; culminating in an 8-1 victory against a disconsolate Spurs team...
Headed into Bath for the carnage that is the Christmas Market on Saturday, so busy, but worth it for the burgers. It was great to see Dan, bless 'im, we had a lot to catch up on and hopefully we won't leave it so long next time.
I think Brown’s release for the Boxing Day match has also been secured after much haranguing; he will definitely add to the skill set already present in Mocha Juniors midfield. The fear is though, that the Juniors are missing defensive steel for the upcoming encounter, which puts a lot of pressure on iron man, Russ Foulger, at the back. Russ has already made his concerns about footwear very clear "Bit worried about my girly trainers on what's sure to be an 'end of tournament' quality pitch", Foulger uttered earlier this week. He re-assured fans though that his current form was one reason to be cheerful: "I had a great game on Thursday...Two goals, back heel flicks, leaving defenders for dead. The works. Seems like I might be coming into a rare patch of form" Words that are sure to send a shiver of fear down the spines of the opposition.
The Sun, eh? I’m sure some of you read it, I used to. Back in Newton Park days, each morning, it would be little trip to the SU shop for 20 Marlboro lights, a banana milkshake and a copy of the current bun (once, in my early days of working at the Council, I asked a colleague to get me a copy of the 'current bun' and he brought me back an actual bun - tw@t), then back to my room to try and avoid Gareth. Anyway, I digress; The Sun is read by a few people here, usually to look at pictures of those faux celebs in the forest, but mostly to look at boobs. The Sun could easily have the same headline every single day and it wouldn’t make much difference (no matter if it was 'demanding' that social workers lose their jobs or that we all stick our fingers up across the channel), that headline would read "Look at these tits", because, dear reader that's all the paper is really good for and where we all end up when we pick up a copy.
Tonight, it’s the turn of Kristian and Angie to visit our little town. Angie will become the first American to stay with us, I hope she says "that's a load of ass" again, as it does make me laugh. It'll be a cheap and cheerful weekend as the crunch bites, but we'll still fit in a trip to Lacock (heh) and the pub, looking forward to it.
Watched a great film last night: Reeker. 'Tis a 'teen' horror film set in the Nevada desert (don't let that put you off), gory & very violent, terrific story. Got a bit of a Rob Zombie feel about it, but less 'hicky' (not Earl Hickey).
Getting towards that time when 'James Brown's Funky Christmas' will be on the stereo, a quality album that’s a million miles away from the dross you hear piped through shops this time of year, fave track: "Santa Claus, go straight to the ghetto". So there you go, I’ve started and finished with a brown, just like, erm, Tony Meo.
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