From what I've heard, zorb is not only shit, it's dangerous.
From what I've heard, zorb is not only shit, it's dangerous.
It’s okay once. But been there done that.
Last time a 20 stone white Akinfenwa was playing. Thankfully he’s not part of this group.
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I am looking forward to an afternoon in the pub. The Zorb bit and the feeling like I was in a car crash on Sunday I can do without. Going to announce my Zorb retirement after tomorrow.
Listening to Noel Edmond's anti-Lloyds radio station which is on a loop. It is the most Alan Partridge real world moment ever
http://edge01.media.positivityradio..../icecast.audio
One of our lads got (Tom, and all,) got fucking Bitch slapped out of nowhere. His brother had the chance to glass the fucker straight off the bat but decided against it. A massive argument later we managed tonescape th pub unscathed but it was a proper dickhead move. I wouldn’t be surprised if the local rugby team went there next week for a pint and a fight next weekend.
Pa I’m drunk but. More pissed off than annoyed
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Went to see comedian John Robbins last night, he was very good. Afterwards I got pissed for the first time since new years, and also for the first time since I packed in smoking and I managed to resist temptation!! Only just - I got to the stage of actually having a fag in my mouth (hello), but I didn't light it. Tobacco can suck my chode.
I'm not drinking this month. Will be the first time I've done something of the sort in the best part of a decade.
I'm not sure I'm up to it, quite frankly.
Spending the day in the pub with Groundsman Dave and @Mike, cos it was my dads birthday recently.
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I know it technically isn't the weekend, but I've got my rostered day off because of working Saturday, so it's like a mini-weekend for me.
Anyway, my good pal has recently moved back to Rugby from London for 6 months or so while his girlfriend does some internship in California (he's obviously the lucky one). I'm glad he has, because he's just about the only person in the World who would think this is a productive way to spend a day - he's well into sport, but has never really been exposed to cricket, so we're going to spend the day drinking cheap Polish lager and watching the 2005 Ashes series DVD boxset, as I attempt to offer insightful analysis, explain what the corridor of uncertainty is, and try to make him understand why that absurd McGrath spell at Lords is still a thing of beauty despite being a dedicated Pommy cunt.
I anticipate passing out about halfway through the Trent Bridge test, or he'll get bored and try to make me watch Stop Making Sense again.
Long weekend
I had Friday off, once the kid was shipped off to school I went back to bed and slept until 1pm, then played CoD until I had to pick her up at half 4 from dancing. What a day.
I'm waiting to find out if my game is on today or whether the weather calls another one. If I'm playing it's at the great football pitches in the centre of London that are on the honourable artillery corp barracks.
Afternoon pubbing today but it's going to be a bollix trying to find one showing the club football and hurling finals instead of the egg chasing. What time is that on at anyway?
It was great until about 9pm (fifth test). I'm the kind of person who gets more sociable after 4 or 5 pints, but by the 8th I just want to be on my own, whereas my mate is a chatterbox at the best of times, but just progressively gets louder and more chatty with no sign of it ending. By the end conversation was essentially:
"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH?"
"...huh, yeah..."
"BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH! BLAH, BLAH? BLAH!"
"...yeah".
etc
Still easily the best way I've used a midweek day off.
Migraine. Waste of a Saturday.
Full as a box of tyres.
Empty in the middle?
Soon.
Spot of impromptu Bez dancing for the camera.
That looks like lower than shit.
I've got Rick Stein's beef vindaloo marinating in the fridge for tomorrow
It sums meathead up, doing something completely unnecessary just for the sake of a pretentious photograph to say OMG HOW COOL AM I.
what?
I referred to a 'Viking helmet' in the York sword shop earlier, and one of the Randrews started lecturing me in his outdoor voice that Viking helmets never had horns on. I know that mate, but everyone knows what 'Viking helmet' means, so I'm not going to ask how much the nineteenth century operatic recreations of... Anyway, all of his divvy colleagues started joining in the lolling, so I asked about this three hundred quid Warcraft hammer (in a section clearly marked out as Warcraft shit) but called it 'Thor's hammer', and I think at least two of them are dead.
York really has got the shittest pubs possible to say lots of people visit. They all stink of piss.
I went to a Polish restaurant today. Pretty standard food but they did have ridiculously loud live music by a guy on a keyboard and his bald mate with an electric drum kit who was imitating Louis Armstrong.
An alarming amount of people 'hit the dance-floor' when they did an instrumental version of Despacito.
It's 3am and I'm stuck in a weird couple's house they are begging us to stay but I don't want to but it's been so persistent it's now really awkward and has ruined the night. Desperate to leave.
Still here. Hearing the blokes concerns about marriage (they're engaged). My advice was don't do it now let me go ffs.
Yes got out.
Weeding the front garden, putting down some anti weed mesh and sticking some slate down on top of it today. Then washing the car. Fun.
Last night myself, @Baz and our friend Andy went to our friend Tom's house to play on his Christmas present from his wife, his PS1. We played Micro Machines, PGA Tour '96 and Hogs of War. It was a boss evening. We're all going to the pub next Saturday for an afternoon of drinking having labelled ourselves the breakaway group from our larger group of friends who never come to anything.
The clocks going forward is one of the best days of the year. I'm quite sure I'll be in a better average mood for the next six months than I was during the last six.
Hopefully this will be one of the last times we do the time change.
I didn't even realise until an hour ago. Explains why I still feel knackered despite extra time in bed.
That really explains it
I haven't got any plans but I'm just posting to say my four day weekend starts in 2 minutes
Mine already started at 6pm. First ever good Friday that the pubs can open here but nearly all the ones I know aren't bothering, so tomorrow will be a few in the house.
I have family dinners on Saturday and Sunday before going to 'Murica on Monday.
Planned to go the pub today with @Mike and two mates, a few weeks ago (3 of us have a kid so gotta plan our fun nowadays) and just by chance there’s a frickin’ mini beer festival on there today. Awesome.
So gonna chow down on a foot long subway (what’s the best bread and sauce? I get turkey & ham with “everything apart from tomatoes” but never know about the other two bits. Cheese and toasted is a must, obv) and watch Liverpool smash Palace at Mikes, then walk to pub and drink all the beers. Then possibly walk to another pub (real ale, but sadly no festival) to watch Everton smash City (one mate sold his Everton season ticket to come, cos Sigurdsson got injured) before going home to rest and drink alkaseltzer.
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Anyone that doesn’t get a foot long BMT, herb and cheese bread, all salad (no olives) and Chipotle sauce is a deviant.
Herb and cheese, chipotle sauce. Noted.
And no olives? Mad man. They’re all black ones too, none of the pesky green ones. Olives are probably the best bit!
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Turkey and Ham on Italian with lettuce and cucumber with chipotle sauce. Cheese and toasted.
Sometimes meatballs instead of the turkey and ham.
Ohh and my Day is the same as Baz, only I’ll be drinking lovely later instead of those pints of disappointment he gets.