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Weekend

September 22, 2008 · Leave a Comment

It wasn’t one of my better weekends. Although it did have some high points.

Friday was ok, work finished at 1.30 as usual and home for 2 got the lights on my Bike sorted and off for the MOT. Got to the MOT centre about 16.45 and MOT not until 17.10. The guy finally should up about 17.20 and didn’t get his fag brake at dinner, he took one look at my bike and desided to faul it streight-away. The twat didn’t have a clue and proved it two or three times. So home not happy it failed but what can you do when a wanker said no.
Got my Rugby kit organize, while doing that my boot’s feel appart.
Dinner then bed.

Saturday morning 9.30 am phone a place that does boots and go to them when Lynsey wakes up and confunts my with a few facts, well one I dont have the cash todo it this month. I said card, lyns said no there was money that my mum gave me to get trainers with use, debuate was had I lost so cash was handed over.
13.30 I’m at the club read to get the match under way. Kick off is at 14.30 so a short training session is in order.
read about the game it was shit we wone 128-0.
Few beers in culb house, only ment to be one but got cornered and handed out tickets for a raffel and got beer for that so all good.
Home, dinner bed.

Sunday up at 6.30 to leave my Dad to the international air port so he can get a flight to Newcastle to get a new motorbike, care of EBAY.
8.30 back to bed, up about 12ish. Decied to finish cutting the hedge as it was start last week an not finished. All is going well until Lysny shout that the wire has just been cut thought.
Lyns decied that she want to try the cutting this year as she was sick of cleaning up the leaves and shit. She was pritty shacken but it, but I told her not to worry I would replace the cable adn all would be good.
Thank f&*k we had the hedge cutters through a surge protected plug socket, or it would have been worse. So it knowed out the plug circuit in the garage adn lynsey is OK. The hedge still needs finished.
Starting to worry about my dad as I havn’t heard anthing and its about 5ish. Call my mum nothing. 8.30 get a call the bike has a problem and my did getting the midnight ferry and will be Belfast at 3 in morning, mum’s a bit upset, worred etc, so i aggree to go with her to get dad.
The chargeing circuit for the battery is F*&^ed so i get my bike battery and a small took kit orgainised and aggree to meat my mum at 2.30.
Dinner bed, 2.15 alarm goes off. UP dressed, mum arrives and I’m driving to Belfast harbour to get my dad. 3.50 am I’m back in bed, dreading 6.45 when my alarm goes off to start my week.
Sleep though alarm 7am wake up get organise jump on my dads Honda Blackbird (his baby) and rip the knee out of my leather.
Today can’t get much worse can it????????

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Rugby has started again.

September 22, 2008 · 1 Comment

Ok so the season kicked off three weeks ago, but with weddings and other cometments I got my first game three weeks in.
This had to be one of the biggest hipped games I’ve played in, not because we are defending our legel crown, but becuse it was the first time that a guy rugby team has played in our league.
F*(k of with all the stupid coments, Lysney has been you all to them.
It wasn’t so much a rugby match as a training session with less resestance. With in 10 minute we are 19-0 up, half time came and we where 68-0 up. At this stage it was over, dead and burried. But the Ulster Titens (the gay team) want to play the second half, so we they kick off, and we sore, and the same thing happens in about 2 minute and for next 24 minute it got like that, I think I only ran half the pitch in that game. It was embirousing, so 24 minutes in the second half the Ref (a woman, and a fantastic ref blow the finnal whissel) 128-0 to Bangor 3rd.
There was one very ironic moment in the game, I was clearing out a ruck and one other other team (in a voice that made a row of bright pink tents look manly) “for f*&k sake, take it easy”. I’m sorry thougt this was rugby???

All in all it was the most boring match that I have seen or played in, the forwards would jog or walk 5-10 meter and back for the kick off. They even fell for the same move 5 times in a row. Thats what happens when they play the straight teams.

Categories: Rugby