Sunday, 26 January 2014


No game last Saturday.
Set off in good faith, got halfway to the ground when a dark navy-bruised grey sky spread like an oil slick from the bowels of hell. The evil cloud monster burst without mercy and the rain trounced it down relentlessly.
Needless to say the last available game on my list (which I had researched for pitch inspection updates all morning long) slid into the deep dank pond of waterlogged postponements swamping the UK nationwide.
Its January and this kind of sh*t happens.
If it wasn't non stop rain it would be snow or perhaps a sub zero frost?
It doesn't make it any easier though.
Once my game of choice was postponed I was hijacked for compulsory shopping at Bury Market, Boss Hogg from Krugg House was rubbing her hands at the opportunity of a free lift and somebody to lug all her bags around down at the black pudding stalls.
Needless to say I'm not in an entirely positive mood at the moment.
Bit sick of getting p*ssed wet through for very little return.

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