Well what a week for everyone but me it seems. The weather for one is unfortunately bringing misery to millions, when will it all stop? There has got to be something in this global warming, the stats are there for all to see in Al Gore’s – An Inconvenient Truth (watch it people!). I’m no greeny by any stretch of the imagination, though I try to do my bit, but well there just has to be some truth in it, surely!
What was nice to see though at the end of last week is the likes of Cardiff, Barnsley, Portsmouth and WBA having a day out in the sun at the new Wembley. Sometimes in these corporate times its fantastic to see the minnows get the hospitality of the twin towers, or should that be that mega arch. It took a long time coming and though I haven’t had chance to see it myself, the stadium I believe is a fitting national monument to the roots of the beautiful game.
Not a great deal has been happening of late as I’ve been struck down by a rather viscious bug, but it got me thinking about some of the more embarrassing times premature ejaculation has caused trouble one way or another. There was this time when I had this attractive fashion sub-editor (of a leading Men’s Magazine) back to my apartment who I’d had a couple of dates with. If truth be known she wasn’t the nicest person and as such I didn’t really like her as she was a bit stuck up, but as you may know there is the hook - well at least for me.
As is usually the case things started to hot up just as she needed to be going to catch her nigh on un-missable train. Well me, being me, managed to lift up her skirt in the melee and before you could say the ‘7.15 to Victoria’ Kaboom! The payload was delivered. Obviously she was none to impressed with the swiftness and in turn showed a similar fleet of foot when sprinting to the toilet (yes I know safe sex and all – but these things happen...to everyone at some point or other in their lives!) to clear herself up shall we say. We then both ran out of the flat and hurtled down the road at break neck speed with her being in a bit of a mood. Well 5 steps later having snapped the heel of her rather expensive footwear (she’d dropped it into conversation that they cost X amount of pounds! – money don’t make the wo/man in my eyes) she took the biggest tumble, turning her from being unimpressed to seething mad. If it was anyone else I would’ve been really upset for them, but because of her manner and the acrobatic nature of the dive it took me all my powers not to let a sly smile slip out. I tried to help her up but she was having none of it. With tears in her eyes she battled on to the station, with me apologetically bringing up the rear. She just managed to dash on to the train, but without so much as a goodbye kiss as I slipped her handbag through the sliding doors. Needless to say my well healed friend was never to be heard from again. Another one bites the dust or should that be the pavement of St Johns Hill High Street.
Anyway, I’m loving reading about some of my fellow bloggers lives as there I was thinking it was just my life/family that was mad at times!
Craig x
