Jan 12th

Saturday.... oh what it used to be.
Tisaws.....World of Sport....Giant Haystacks........reports of terrace mayhem from every quarter of the land...... and all recounted over now staggering volumes of beer later in the evening.
Today I lay mute as H takes D to football. Silly I should have gt up and joined her for a walk through the woods. I am in dire need of the exercise as the job is almost totally sedentary. The weight I lost after Doc Annapurna's dire warnings last July is steadily creeping back on and becoming a regular fixture.
I take Sophie out on the pretext of collecting her computer and then reveal the arrival of her licence and give her a driving lessson. she does very well, but I can see when I explain things she finds it hard to keep a straight face as she is not used to me talking to her so seriously. She enjoys the lesson, which pleases me, thoug I have to say i should have prepared for it better.
We pick up her PC which may free up mine from now on!
She's revising so hard for exams at the moment that wehardly ever see her. I really hope it all works out well for her. It was a big break leaving HG school, and I know she had, and may still have some misgivings about it.
Watched the drats formuch of the afternoon. The event really does have some charm. The players all seem to be the sort of blokes you'd meet in the roughest pub in town, the sort of place you'd stay clear of after dark. The crowd is unfailingly boozy, but always good natured, and for such a basic game with such finite possibilities, it is capable of producing moments of high drama. The two finalists are actually an exception. A polite and friendly Queenslander with a Catweazle beard and a pony tail to his arse, and a studious looking Welshman. Whitlock and Webster. Taffy looks too good to me!

Having missed a Friday curry there was no way I could hang on till Monday, so went out for a pint and a takeaway. The Falcon gets more desperate every time I go in there now. What's th point of 50"plasma screens all over the place when they are totally ignored. The place is getting really scruffy too, not that any of it's clientelle would notice, and the staff are a generally unlovely bunch. A "please" or "thank you" from them is quite noteworthy.

Mine's a vindaloo!