Just arrived at the hotel after another mammoth journey North. Tonights evening meal was another Friday night classic, in fact it was probably the 1000th dry, basic pasta dish I have consumed in my career, a sand based sauce with a very fed up chicken.
The whole squad usually eats together, then it's back to our rooms to relax. We are paired off as 'Roomies' at the start of the season and barring injury and illness this usually lasts the duration. This means you have to choose wisely or you could be in for one long season, Benyon Ellis and Rice are just examples of the dangers out there.
With my usual room mate Chris Todd facing an operation I have had the luxury of my own room for a month, which after the usual week of madness at home comes in handy.
Most of the lad's fill their bags with snacks etc some healthy,some not. The younger lads can get away with the 'seefood' diet of anything goes. In fact I have just returned from the Rowe/Thompson room and witnessed a sight that would give Gillian McKeith a heart attack. Still it doesn't do those lads any harm, they could give Usain Bolt a few endurance sessions.
Myself and Steve Woods may read the paper's in the bar and have a moan about something e.g the price of the weekly shop (it's an age thing) and then it's off to hit the sack which I now intend to do.
Looking forward to the game hoping to keep our form and run going.
CH
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