Monday, 21 February 2011

I Ain't No Cinderella

I think my post must have gone astray.

Whatever other reason could there be for not having received my invitation to that wedding, when others have clearly received theirs.

'Spect you can look forward to something a bit more up market than pie and mash there David.

Not that I'm bitter you understand.

In fact I will be here .

Watching some of this maybe.

Let Posh go to the ball. I'll be having a groovy time of my own.

Sunday, 20 February 2011

Who Banned All The Pies?

We're quite green around these parts.

Not green as in wet behind the ears.

But green as in environmentally aware.

So it has not come as a complete surprise that the owner of our local team, Forest Green Rovers, has unilaterally banned red meat from the diets of the players and fans when they are at the ground.

Although I have heard a rumour that Chelsea are considering improving their green credentials with a bit of recycling of their own.

Saturday, 19 February 2011

Come On Baby Light My Fire

I've been sick girls.

Not in the conventional sense you understand.

Sick in my heart.

It started back in the summer, in June. My lover was kind and sympathetic as you would expect.

And I was in denial for a while. Then just got absorbed in a wave of negativity.

I was left wondering if football and I would ever love each other again.

So I sat. And waited. And hoped.

And eventually it happened.

Like all great love affairs there was a bond too strong to be broken.

And once again I find I have been seduced.

First of all slowly. The odd Foxes win here. A visit to Forest Green Rovers there.

And then this week, like lovers reunited after a long break, football and I finally jumped into bed together again.

Who could resist this? Or indeed this?