I had something very insightful to post here but now I've forgotten it. Now I'm just feeling incredibly envious of Ed Stockham's ability to make stuff.
I think I'm going to have to pistol whip Cliffey into making Cranberry Panda a reality. More on that soon...?
Joel.
Monday 17 October 2011
Sunday 16 October 2011
Lazitude
Just one post for October? Appalling, I know. Especially since last October had like twenty. You lot probably have no idea what's going on around here, do you?
Well Tom and Cliffey and I did indeed go to the football in Swindon. There was some pre-match doubt as to whether we could actually be bothered to pay the entrance fee but we did eventually squeeze through the turnstile and into the stadium, where we witnessed a rather nail-biting 3-3 draw. We were sat in the Swindon stand but were secretly supporting Hereford, which Tom made painfully obvious by going "YEEEEEEAH!" after the first Hereford goal.
Since then...no particular incidents spring to mind and that's maybe a sign that I should update this more frequently. I've been going to uni, which is fine by me because I have Wednesdays and Thursdays off so it kind of works out that I get two weekends. I've been going over to Swanbridge on those days to keep Sarah company in Sturff (she seems to end up working those days a lot, oddly) and, well, everything's pretty dandy I suppose. I still have no idea how my life is going to go after university, but at least I've got my unpaid journalism gig.
JD
Friday 7 October 2011
The Last Big Weekend of the Summer
LAST WEEKEND
Unusually splendid weather for October. Aside from my fully foreseen FIFA failure (fuck), we spent a lovely weekend at Sian's house, in Penarth.
The sun had been out all week, and we'd decided beforehand that we ought to make the most of it on the weekend with some activity or other. Said activity turned out to be a barbecue* in Sian's rather spacious garden, so we hit up Tesco, bought some burgers and sausages and alcohol, and-
Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Earlier that Saturday, a few of us had been at Varsity, enjoying the Merseyside derby (or not, in some cases) and eating food and drinking drink. Sarah and I shared a pitcher of strawberry daiquiri, which got us surprisingly tipsy. I'm sure this is the wrong way 'round, but I seem to be getting lightweighter every time I drink.
But yes, once we had sobered up (and, in some cases, cheered up; Everton is a silly team to support), we headed to Tesco and then on to Sian's. The barbecue** was a great success, and I was even cajoled into watching The X Factor. And missing Strictly Come Dancing, which I still haven't had time to catch up on, but there we are.
Sunday was beautiful too, so we hit the pier and got some ice cream. We also saw a fisherman catch a conger eel, which was exciting.
So that was the last big weekend of the summer.
THIS WEEKEND
As I'm typing this on Friday afternoon, the weather is actually quite nice, but we're doing Autumnal things this time around. Tomorrow it's football; Tom, Cliffey and I are going to Swindon to watch Hereford lose again, because a) Tom seems to enjoy watching his team be rubbish, and b) Paolo Di Canio will be there. On Sunday, Sarah and I will be eating Sunday dinner with my parents...and also her parents. It'll be the first time our folks have met each other, so hopefully all will go smoothly and we'll be enjoying the crackle of fireworks and the crunch of leaves underfoot before we know it.
By the way, my review is here. Hopefully there'll be another one soon.
Joel.
*I still can't believe that the word 'barbecue' contains no letter Q.
**Seriously!
Unusually splendid weather for October. Aside from my fully foreseen FIFA failure (fuck), we spent a lovely weekend at Sian's house, in Penarth.
The sun had been out all week, and we'd decided beforehand that we ought to make the most of it on the weekend with some activity or other. Said activity turned out to be a barbecue* in Sian's rather spacious garden, so we hit up Tesco, bought some burgers and sausages and alcohol, and-
Oh but I'm getting ahead of myself. Earlier that Saturday, a few of us had been at Varsity, enjoying the Merseyside derby (or not, in some cases) and eating food and drinking drink. Sarah and I shared a pitcher of strawberry daiquiri, which got us surprisingly tipsy. I'm sure this is the wrong way 'round, but I seem to be getting lightweighter every time I drink.
But yes, once we had sobered up (and, in some cases, cheered up; Everton is a silly team to support), we headed to Tesco and then on to Sian's. The barbecue** was a great success, and I was even cajoled into watching The X Factor. And missing Strictly Come Dancing, which I still haven't had time to catch up on, but there we are.
Sunday was beautiful too, so we hit the pier and got some ice cream. We also saw a fisherman catch a conger eel, which was exciting.
So that was the last big weekend of the summer.
THIS WEEKEND
As I'm typing this on Friday afternoon, the weather is actually quite nice, but we're doing Autumnal things this time around. Tomorrow it's football; Tom, Cliffey and I are going to Swindon to watch Hereford lose again, because a) Tom seems to enjoy watching his team be rubbish, and b) Paolo Di Canio will be there. On Sunday, Sarah and I will be eating Sunday dinner with my parents...and also her parents. It'll be the first time our folks have met each other, so hopefully all will go smoothly and we'll be enjoying the crackle of fireworks and the crunch of leaves underfoot before we know it.
By the way, my review is here. Hopefully there'll be another one soon.
Joel.
*I still can't believe that the word 'barbecue' contains no letter Q.
**Seriously!
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