Sometimes I go to far. I can't help it but it just happens. I want to be honest and expressive but sometimes it comes out wrong. BUT, that does not mean I DONT MEAN IT.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

The Greatest sporting day of my life.

My blogs are normally quite angry. Today I will be brief but full of cheer.

I awoke yesterday with a feeling that the day would be a good one. I never imagined how it would actually turn out.

I arrived at the Bev residence at about 12, was introduced to Stan the man and proceeded to enter Cardiff to soak up the atmosphere.

Town was buzzing and James, Stanley and I tried our best to avoid the flying balls that were coming down at speed. We picked up our match day goods and headed back to the house of Phillip for the main event.

After what seemed an eternity the match finally started.

I cant put into words what happened during the game but can say that It was the most emotional two hours of my short sporting career.

Liverpool won an amazing game and I shared some memories with James and Stan that I will remember for ever.

In our short lifetime we have thoughts and memories that will stay with us until we die. May 13th 2006 will be a day I will never forget.

Thank you to James and Stan for making me feel welcome, thank you to Phillip for allowing me to swear more times than I can care to mention and Thank you to god for giving us Stevie G.

Long live the Reds

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Shopping, meeting a Royal and kids Birthday party's!!!!!

Hello again, Hello.

Been a while I know.

Been a crazy few days. Seems like I have spent an eternity in my car.

Lets start then:

Today is my little mans Birthday. He is 3. The last few days have been a little hectic trying to get all of his things together for his party.

After covering about 1000 miles in search of Dr Who toys and visiting every tesco in Cardiff the day is over.

Today went well. What a lovely sunny day.

I finally gathered all of the goods ( it was like challenge aneka, did I spell that right) this morning. Done my days work and wizzed home to pick up the man they call James. Drove to my house to see that the wife had done all of the hard work.

Confession - I give Sharon a hard time all the time for being miserable. I don't take into account that she lives with me. I can be an arse most of the time and so can she but today she delivered big style. She made all of the food and prepared it well. Everyone had a nice time and it was all because of her. Well done babe - You can sleep now. Oh did I mention she is nearly 6 mths up the duff. It's not easy and she lets me know it but All power to her, she is a number one mum.

Anyway, whilst at Mr B's house I was graced by the presence of Royalty. I have finally met the Princess. The title is warranted and I will be looking forward to meeting her again. Hopefully the weather will be a little kinder to me, or should I say my car seats would be a little kinder and my back wont feel like its been sprayed by a firemans hose.

Really though, it was nice to meet someone who takes time to read the crap I write. I also met the quiet man they call Buster and Mr B the 2nd, or the 1st,........ Whatever, I seen them all today and it was really cool. Also, I must thank James for building my confidence and basically offering to have sex with me when I arrived. The comments were all of course very true, I'm sure he said something about Debenhams and its true, I do go there. He also mentioned something about Mr Rickman. That bit is not true, I think I sound like Chico.

To sum up now, Happy Birthday Little Doctor, I love you, Top girl S, I love you too.

The Bevan clan I love you also but in a different way, apart from James. That love is special.

Oh, want to leave with a thought and a comment.

Comment - How relevant is my New Labour blog considering the latest revelations. I must be magic.

Thought - How many of us really care that Mr good looking Wayne " Shrek" Rooney is not going to the world cup. Two small points that make my decision

1. He is a filthy Manc
2. He is English

No disrespect but this crap is over EVERY paper. I would not expect some crack dealer in Romford to read a paper full of Gavin Henson missing a sale in a sun bed salon so why should we read about a little scally who broke his toe. ENOUGH.

Be nice now

A