continued

????.Saturday dawned full of promise with a clear blue sky so it was obviously going to fuck up this it did with frozen grounds and numbing winds forcing us back in doors , well when I say indoors I mean the boozer ? the man in the pub? reckons its all a conspiracy and the pitch was really playable but our opposition were short of players and using any excuse to cancel.
The evening saw us at a birthday tea that sort of spread into the early hours when the beer ran out just as well really as the conversation, well gibberish was getting bloody silly and the bullshit needle was past the critical mark and we had started inventing the usual after midnight food menu?s meat pie floaters etc although the cheese cake it has to be said was pretty good after blagging a lift back to the ?cave? we eventually got to sleep around 0330 .
Sunday morning night mare followed the Saturday night fever and the day was spent in a blur of cocodamol and comfort food it almost makes me look forward to crawling back to the coalface tomorrow and looking at the week through the wrong end of the binoculars

in the beginning

So how to start ? don?t really know where to begin with this as its not something I?ve done before, and considering that I get most of my info from tabloid news papers and ? the man in the pub? I would hate anyone to take it too seriously I live in a strange sort of world part of it real but mostly bouncing around inside my own head, maybe its vanity but I feel compelled sometimes to comment on the stuff happening around me whether I know anything about it or not, often I can keep it to myself but usually I blurt it out without thinking, funny for everyone else but sometimes pretty embarrassing for me.
I seem to live from one weekend to another with the bit in between, i.e. work stuffed out of the way (wherever possible) in the middle.
This weekend for instance was a pretty ordinary one starting on Friday night with the local boozer having pretentions of turning itself into a gastro pub (broken leg of lamb, sorted mushrooms etc) so me and Mrs. Dwarf decided against all common sense to ?give it a go? but trying to eat mushrooms stuffed with goats cheese and pan roasted chicken with crushed peas and bread sauce while the bloke at the next table is rolling around blind drunk and shouting the air blue at the game on the big screen at the other end of the pub is a little distracting needless to say there was some unpleasantness and we had best give it a couple of weeks before we go back???..