further thoughts from satdee

it was a bit colder than I hoped due to cloudy skies, a factor I failed to take into account later in the day, leading to uncomfortably cold hands at a party and the obligation to drink until a beer coat was formed around my upper body.
Anyway, the day started well, waking up, remembering there was a game on and hurridly switching on the computer to listen to Neil Adams and Chris Goreham in the commentary box.
I'd woken up at half time due to alcoholic beverages imbibed on Friday and was disappointed we were one down. I muttered a curse at Selwyn for having predicted a win. Fuck off sellers, I murmured under my breath.
Anyway, I decided to do something proactive, so I climbed from bed, made a pint of tea and managed to make a couple of sips before MacNamee came on and forced an own ghoul. I laughed and did a fisty pump, congratulating myself on my magic tea. By this time the cat had crawled off my arm so I could type to my fellow exiles/poor folk/lazy bastards in the CoD and I rightfully claimed an assist for the ghoul. Lo and behold about ten minutes later Chris "are you looking at my pint" Martin popped another one in and I knew it was game over all thanks to me. It wasn't long before I was back in the land of nod, happily dreaming of Paul Lambert holding a cup of tea aloft at City Hall.

Posted By: Worzel Scrimmage, Sep 13, 15:41:13