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When Pavel Nedved finally retires, will he be giving away his spare away kits?*
* Really, you need to read the article to get this. Even then, you may not.
* Really, you need to read the article to get this. Even then, you may not.
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I am currently doing the text searching equivalent of looking for a needle in a haystack. Needless to say given this is my last day of work before Christmas, I am somewhat not bothered.
I'm inconvenienced because tomorrow, Torquay are playing away at St Albans City in the Setanta Sports Cup. Hardly the greatest competition on Earth but nonetheless it's just up the road and I'd have gone along normally except I'm committed to driving down to Devon.
Hmm, what else, that's it... shopping. We've still not done any Christmas shopping. I narrowed the options down to:
1. Stop off at Cribbs Causeway near Bristol on the way down tomorrow. It will undoubtedly be chaos (there are only 7000 parking spaces and this is by far the largest shopping centre in the area - probably a catchment area of, what, easily 500,000?).
2. Use parents as babysitters and head off to Plymouth/Exeter on Sunday/Monday.
I figured 2. would be best as it is less stressful as it doesn't involve maneuvring a baby around crowded shops but I've been vetoed. Personally I don't believe that either Plymouth or Exeter will be that bad.
Okay, a poll!
[Poll #1109656]
I'm inconvenienced because tomorrow, Torquay are playing away at St Albans City in the Setanta Sports Cup. Hardly the greatest competition on Earth but nonetheless it's just up the road and I'd have gone along normally except I'm committed to driving down to Devon.
Hmm, what else, that's it... shopping. We've still not done any Christmas shopping. I narrowed the options down to:
1. Stop off at Cribbs Causeway near Bristol on the way down tomorrow. It will undoubtedly be chaos (there are only 7000 parking spaces and this is by far the largest shopping centre in the area - probably a catchment area of, what, easily 500,000?).
2. Use parents as babysitters and head off to Plymouth/Exeter on Sunday/Monday.
I figured 2. would be best as it is less stressful as it doesn't involve maneuvring a baby around crowded shops but I've been vetoed. Personally I don't believe that either Plymouth or Exeter will be that bad.
Okay, a poll!
[Poll #1109656]
So last night, myself, Stuart, Dave and Neale Stuart-Davies (I kid you not... Neil, Stuart, Dave, and Neale Stuart-Davies!) did a repeat of our 2005 AC Milan vs Liverpool Champions'-and-runners-up-and-even-more-clubs-from-the-countries-with-the-most-money League Final experience, but with one vital difference: Stuart's ex, Jo, was there as well. This vital difference ensured that instead of a glorious come-from-three-nil-down-at-half-time-and-win-on-penalties game, we got a dull affair (though not nearly as dull as the FA Cup Final) in which one team played miles better than the other, but the other team scored more goals. Yeah, Liverpool lost 2-1 and didn't deserve it, especially as Milan shouldn't have even started the competition in the first place.
Umm, did I mention we had a few drinks along the way? And then someone bought a round of shots. That's always a bad sign.
At least I got the last train home.
My head hurts.
Umm, did I mention we had a few drinks along the way? And then someone bought a round of shots. That's always a bad sign.
At least I got the last train home.
My head hurts.
Okay, I've caught up on LJ (okay, I've skimmed about 100 posts and ignored most of them), so I guess I should let everyone know what I've been up to this past week and a half. Or rather, the last 5 days, since the 7 before that were rather dull and depressing due to the lack of cat :-(
Okay, Wednesday, we drove down to Devon so Aliza could visit her grandparents, and her great-Nan. Nan in particular was very happy to see Aliza, as it's her first great-grandchild. She's had plenty of recent practice with babies though, what with her neighbour's grandchildren, and her niece's grand-daughter being regular visitors. Aliza also met her sort-of-cousins (my sister's nieces), who seem to have grown very fond of the beach. Other than our beach visit, we had a generally quiet time (except when Miss Griselda Fusspot decided she didn't want to go to sleep until 5.30am...). A. and I even got to go out to dinner together, whilst my parents watched Aliza. And I got very damp and cold and wasted 15 quid watching Torquay lose 1-0 to Hartlepool.
Okay, Wednesday, we drove down to Devon so Aliza could visit her grandparents, and her great-Nan. Nan in particular was very happy to see Aliza, as it's her first great-grandchild. She's had plenty of recent practice with babies though, what with her neighbour's grandchildren, and her niece's grand-daughter being regular visitors. Aliza also met her sort-of-cousins (my sister's nieces), who seem to have grown very fond of the beach. Other than our beach visit, we had a generally quiet time (except when Miss Griselda Fusspot decided she didn't want to go to sleep until 5.30am...). A. and I even got to go out to dinner together, whilst my parents watched Aliza. And I got very damp and cold and wasted 15 quid watching Torquay lose 1-0 to Hartlepool.
So Friday's miraculous 4-1 home win against Grimsby was a bit misleading, then. The not-so-mighty Gulls were brought back down to earth with a bang last night, getting thumped 5-0 away at Mansfield (the third time this season we've conceded 5 goals in a match). Of course, the ex-player factor was at work here: Martin Gritton bagged a hat-trick.
Still, we've been in worse positions before. Last year, for instance, we were well adrift at the foot of the table before some near-miraculous late-season form saw us to safety. And 6 years ago, we were almost certain to go down, until the final day of the season when we won 3-2 away at Barnet.
The thing is, there's just something about this season that seems final. The change of ownership, the new manager/coach (some Czech bloke who happens to be the new chairman's mate and who nobody has ever heard of), injuries, the ability to throw away promising leads, last-minute goals let in. It's all very very depressing. At least the Conference has more teams in and around London. Every cloud, they say, has a silver lining.
Still, we've been in worse positions before. Last year, for instance, we were well adrift at the foot of the table before some near-miraculous late-season form saw us to safety. And 6 years ago, we were almost certain to go down, until the final day of the season when we won 3-2 away at Barnet.
The thing is, there's just something about this season that seems final. The change of ownership, the new manager/coach (some Czech bloke who happens to be the new chairman's mate and who nobody has ever heard of), injuries, the ability to throw away promising leads, last-minute goals let in. It's all very very depressing. At least the Conference has more teams in and around London. Every cloud, they say, has a silver lining.
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