Monthly Archives: June 2004

I just can’t help myself. I’m going to be screeching at my TV later on today when “Tiger” Tim Henman takes to the centre court at Wimbledon today, hoping that Tim can make it through to the semi-final. Maybe, just maybe, this is his year.

He hasn’t been in that impressive form this tournament, but there were suggestions in his victory over Mark Philippousis that he was hitting a good vein of form, especially in the first two sets. He seems better able to cope with the tight points this year, as can be seen from his progress at the French Open this year.

Even if Tim beats Mario Ancic (not a formality by any means – the young fella is pretty bloody good) he’ll most likely end up facing Andy Roddick in the semi. Now, that should be a good game. But first, he must beat the Croat, so expect me to be screaming like a girl later this afternoon.

I bet you’re all still in bed right? Bastards.

Predictive text on mobile phones is ace – don’t you think?

I drank too much last night. Damn you J Sainsbury’s for having such a good deal on Becks and Kronenburg 1664! And also Hardys and Hansons for brewing such delicious beers sold at reasonable prices in The Crown in Beeston – you bastards!

I pity the next person that visits the toilets. Good job that the window’s open.

This isn’t an update. This is just to say that I know I’m being slack at updating this site at the moment, and that I’ll get back to posting my usual pile of shite soon.

In the meantime, here’s some music…

I’ve just moved my stuff into a new house. After my recent separation from my wife, I’ve been staying with some friends and have led a slightly nomadic life over the last two months or so. Firstly Mike had the pleasure of my company for a few weeks, for which I’m eternally grateful. I then had a flat to myself for three weeks thanks to a mystery benefactor – cheers fella. The last week I’ve been staying with top fella Dave, who’s plied me with alcohol and made me all stiff (due to exercise) – huge thanks Dave.

I’ve finally got somewhere more permanent from today. It’s an attractive terraced house near where I work in Beeston, Nottingham. I’m sharing this house with three other guys – Patrick (who I’ve met) and Duncan and Keith (who I haven’t). It’s really convenient for me as I can walk to work (only a 20 minute gentle stroll) and it’s cheaper than renting a place on my own. The house is lovely, tidy and well appointed, with Sky TV! Sadly I won’t have the internet, but then that does give me an incentive to get out more.

New start. Here I go…

I witnessed a cat getting run over yesterday. Maybe it survived, maybe it didn’t. Shame.

At the moment I have some nice grazes on my knees and elbows and I’m stiff all over. Sadly, this wasn’t due to having some energetic sex with a sexy nymphomaniac on a nylon carpet – I played football last night for the first time in several years.

It’s looking like this might now be a regular occurrence. I did rather enjoy myself, despite my lack of fitness or ball skills. I ran around for an hour, got really tired but scored a screamer of a goal late on in the game – I met a ball over the top of the box and was surprised when it went in the goal rather than disappearing into the carpark.

Sadly, my poor aching muscles are complaining about these exertions today. My ankles hate me for some reason and my back is on strike. Oh well, it’s an enjoyable way of improving my fitness.