Oh Well Part 1
Well, I can only imagine that someone within Occupied Towers used my razor over the weekend in order to shave a hedgehog or something. Yesterday morning (Monday lest we forget), I stood staring in horror as half of my chin floated, bloodily, in the scummy water lapping my washbasin.Nobody had used said razor over the weekend though. Honestly. What had obviously happened was a mysterious oxidisation resulting in the complete and utter collapse of the molecular structure of the edge of the blade.
Dearest is the proud owner of *very* smooth legs though. Remarkable.
Manchester City will probably be the death of me. This season is going to go to the wire. Last season was the first that ended with mid-table obscurity since the early 90s. Since 1996 we have been relegated from the Premiership, struggled in Division 1, got relegated to Div 2, managed to clamber back into the first Division via the cliff-hanger play-off final against Gillingham. A year later we were at Blackburn, last game of the season. We had to draw to win promotion. Eventually we won 4-1 and the promised land of the Premiership beckoned. By the end of the 2000-01 campaign a win was required at Ipswich to give us any chance of staying up. We failed and down we went: bye bye Joe Royle.
Along comes Kevin and we end the season beating all comers and winning the league. Back to the Premiership and our last season at Maine Road. 11th position in our first season back and with squad strengthening in the summer a top six finish was confidently predicted.
Alas, t'was not to be and here we are once again staring relegation in the face with the most expensive and - on paper - the most talented squad we've ever had.
Blood pressure up, heart rate erratic but here I am still dreaming of next season and what we might achieve.
There's a fabulous shop for men in Manchester called Slater's Menswear. It's a bloke's shop. It sells just about everything a man could require, from boxers to best-bib-and-tuckers, from cufflinks to cummerbunds. All alterations are included in the purchase price - and the prices are more than reasonable.
On Saturday determined not to be a hostage to fortune listening to the Leicester v City commentary on GMR, I went for a pair of Chinos and a pair of Levis. Fifteen minutes after going in I had been sorted and my newly acquired strides were -more than likely already being altered. Total outlay £60ish. Pick ‘em up on Tuesday. Sorted – as they say in these parts.
Catastrophe chez Occupied at the mo’. The server is playing silly buggers and the broadband connection has decided it’s being overworked. It’s looking like a rebuild of the server is in order and that it will probably be the weekend before we get round to it.
In the meantime I’ve dug out an old 56k modem and I am currently re-acquainting myself with the glory of dial-up.
To think I used to surf the net with a 14400 modem and, prior to that, bulletin boards with a 9600.
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