The problem with blogs, is where to start. I’m sure once I get into the flow of things stuff will come easy!
Should I concentrate on what I do for work or what I do for my club; my hobby and work seem to merge spectacularly, one of the dangers of working for the sport you love I suppose.
Development, what’s that? Answers on a post card J I seem to spend a lot of time on the M4 or M3 (main routes to London), maybe I could become a traffic correspondent – “The M4 near Reading has stopped moving today because some dolt has decided to park his car facing the wrong way in the fast lane”
Or maybe one of those blokes who goes and eats at the service stations in order to write a food guide or something – “The £5.99 bacon bap came across as a combination of cardboard and that stuff 13th century sailors used to eat when they were starving; great value really, about £1 a tooth”
No doubt both will feature highly.
The week started okay, I drove the mini bus to Wandsworth South London with the second team to get a spanking in the Flags (knock out competition), outclassed and outpaced in most departments. The problem was that we scored first and just got them mad. The kids did well though, Bath seconds are a real mixture of old farts (Me ), students (hangover), and teenagers (acne). The after match food was good as well. Chicken in rice and a chilli sauce that completely anesthetised your lips. The highlight of the drive back was some numpty overtaking us on a country lane, then getting out of his car to swear at us for being in the way. Maybe he didn’t see 15 lunatic lacrosse players in the bus, otherwise he might have thought better of it.
County Sport meetings in the week Bristol and London are always a blast. I see another guide book opportunity in that as well; “Curly sandwiches and things on sticks”. A big talking point across the region is Sports Unlimited. Lots of coaching available between 3:15 and 5, but no facilities or enough coaches, and how do you “aim” something at a Semi Sporty kid? What is a “Semi Sporty” kid?
Club training went well, the girls nattered, the boys moaned, there must be some joy in dealing with little kids and teenagers. One thing they all have in common, is they can’t put their pads and helmets on. I now have thumbs like Garth after popping god knows how many chin straps on helmets. Got some new kids along though. It was great to see the 8 year olds running around with all the kit on. It always reminds me of Marvin the Martian.
Next week sees the build up to my son’s 18th Birthday. I will I finally get a pint out of him legally? And my daughter comes back from skiing (all in one piece I hope), family reunited…ahhhhh. More like the end of peace and quiet, ho hum