Fun Fair

In true blog fashion I shall be honest and say I have been a bit preoccupied this week. What with the new business being imminent, the children having broken up, the in-laws having arrived, and the book nearly completed it has been a hectic few days.
I am still on the button with the football however, and I cannot believe the woes of my former club down the road, Plymouth Argyle. So much has gone on there that is wrong. Although they are not the first, and won't be the last club, to go into administration, I find it hard to understand how the situation came to this eventuality.
Clubs need to have a serious think about the consequences of any possible relegation, as well as future wages earned, length of players contracts, the whole gambit. It can't be easy to keep a club afloat but something must have gone seriously wrong with the financial planning at Plymouth to end up in that state.
The roller-coaster of football, and of being a fan, will continue, but the financial roller-coaster that clubs are on will have to stop.

P.S Please no more petrol rises, and forget the interest rate rise too.

Mind over Matter

Mind still active but body aching badly, hence bath and bed.

CH

Return

I nipped to see how my old mates at T.U.F.C were doing yesterday. It was great to return to my old stomping ground - albeit it was very low key from 3.01 to 4.44 p.m, and although a lot has changed, certainly staff wise, it was nice to see some old faces, and some pictures on the walls of the 'good times'.
Torquay should definitely have won the game and I reckon if they play like that at home from now on the play-offs are more than a possibility.
Last night it was fish!, it was Carol and Andrew, and it was the Anchor. Good food and good fun.
Today it's bacon buns, a lamb roast, and a walk on the seafront. No football and no deadlines. Loving it.

CH

Marbles?

It's Thursday already! Wow I am going mad,I honestly though that I blogged last night, but no, I haven't posted a bean for three days, sorry, sorry, and sorry again. My only excuse is that my fingers are on fire at the moment, I am in the latter stages of writing the big book and the last few thousand words are killing me. It is still enjoyable to write but with the madness I am surrounded with on a daily basis getting the 'quiet' time to do so is tough.

Football now and arriving back late last night me and the boy sent the girls upstairs and put the footy on. As Cam had school in the morning we put the game on 2x fast forward and to be honest it was perfect, we got the gist even at that speed - that Barcelona kept the ball incredibly well and then pressed the life out of Arsenal if they ever happened to give it away - Fair play to the 'gunners' though, they went a little bit more direct and low and behold a comeback was soon on the cards. What with head butts,comebacks,and Messi misses, it's certainly been an unusual week in European football.

CH

Loved Up?

I decided to stay in the end, the apartment would have been a bit too poky anyway, so until I have earned a few more pound notes it is good old Blighty for me and my clan.

I am reading Alan Sugar's autobiography at the moment and I have to say it is excellent. Not only can you pick up some great business tips, but the stuff about his time at Tottenham would open the eyes of any wet behind the ears football novice. The many goings on at that club were incredible, and the people who were at fault were our national heroes and members of our national institutions. Definitely worth a read.
So today is Valentines, and I joined the millions across the country who purchased their loved ones Valentines gifts. Gone are the days (for now!) that I would turn up with a piece of jewelery, a car, or a few nights away (after all we are married!!) but joking aside this is not just down to the fact that the bills are piling up faster than you can say 'Women linesman are great', no I actually don't like Valentines day at all. I think it is the least romantic day of the year, being a day of forced happiness and gifts.
And what about this one!, as I popped in to the shop this morning to get some bits for the children's pack ups I thought, why not, I'll get my wife some flowers and a card. And what happened? I got home to find the card accompanied by the wrong sized envelope and one of the roses had been severed at the head! Now you may think that there is some type of weird message or analogy in there somewhere but I tell you what I think. Some ****** has chopped off the rose because he or she is a. Ugly and can't pull b. bitter and won't let go or c. ugly and bitter and refuses to be happy. Well not to be deterred I set to work with the sticky tape and mended the rose, and it wasn't even noticed until this evening when I told my wife what had happened, and pointed the rose out to her, and here's the best bit, the rose is surviving! Here lies the proper analogy.....Love is too strong to be cut.
Hell, am I turning into a poet or what. Come on snap out of this, the football is on!

Happy Valentines

CH

Flight of Fancy

Well done to all those who have been victorious this weekend, commiserations to those who have not. Today it was Eden, and tonight it is tax. On the subject of tax, it is an absolute joke, as is the £180 we pay for Council Tax, the VAT rise, the price of fuel, and the cost of living, oh and the weather is rubbish too! With this in mind we are currently packing the cases as we have decided to move to a two bed apartment in Monaco....... gotta go as the flight is first thing in the morning.

Thanks for the memories

CH, FCH, CH, IEH, HRH,

Saturday Night Fever

Have a good one!

CH