I think one of the important factors now i’ve hit 30, is realising that my body will soon start showing wear and tear from my 20 odd years of playing football and things.  Just lately I’ve started to notice a few aches and pains after playing that just are not going away.  Take my knee for example.  For a year or two now I’ve had a small clicking occur around the outside of my right knee, most noticable when I’ve been sat with it bent, and then go to straighten it.  It was very mild in the past, and rarely happened, but now it’s hurting a bit more as I bend my knee, and it’s now almost everytime I walk upstairs I get a little click and what feels like a pull before my knee is free again.  Defo worth a trip to the doctors in the coming days I reckon, before I do any further damage to it ahead of later life.

Also as a result of about 2 years in the gym without training my legs, it’s now got to the stage where I play about half an hour of football and my bloody hamstrings are feeling so tight it’s untrue.  How I’ve not done some serious damage is beyond me

Well what a weekend it was in regards to the football fixtures of my teams.  It was also a weekend in which it was decided to head over to IKEA on  Saturday AFTERNOON of all places   What a bloody nightmare that was trying to get out of the car park! Had started the day by doing the birthday rounds, visiting Maddsy with a card, which I think he liked and we were gonna nip over to my sisters, altho she had decided that Meadow-Hell was a better place to go visit (She got her card and bottle of wine in the end tho) I was buzzing when, sat assembling a new table, BBC final score presenter Gabby Logan alerting us to yet another goal at St James’s Park.  Certainly seemed like party time, once the first goal had gone in.  That took 44 minutes in it’s self, and was a contentious decision, with Lovenkrands claiming after the game, that the keeper hadn’t touched him altho he “had to go down”  He despatched that and we went in at half-time 1-0 up.  Then for the next 25 minutes it seemed like everything we did resulted in a goal.  By the 70th minute we were 6-0 up Including a rare goal from Joans “Spiderman” Guttierez which then led to the best celebration ever witnessed at the home of the Toon since Alan Shearer’s “trail away with one arm in the air” celebration. (See pictures below)

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This is where I am gonna try and collect my thoughts and share with you all some of the songs that just keep going round in my head so much so that I end up whistling or singing them till my colleagues start doing the same

This is all thanks to my dear workmate Crit who for some reason popped upstairs and started singing this song.  Cue an hour of this one song on repeat stuck in my head

This is another song that if I hear it in the morning on Galaxy when my alarm goes off I’ll find myself singing it all day bloody long.  I had Rachel singing it earlier, when I was humming it to myself without realising

Heard this song a while back, and it’s the most played on my IPOD at the minute.  Just can’t seem to get enough of it, and I think this song is where the previous song ends up coming into mind.

This is another if I hear it first thing then it’s in my head for the whole day!

I will be the first to admit that I rarely ever read a book, as in a novel or something.  I have read a handful of books in the past, and they have tended to be military based like “Sniper One” and “Bravo Two Zero”.  There is one author whoever, that I can’t seem to put a book down once I’ve started reading it.  It all started when “The Da Vinci Code”.  I gave it a read a few years back, and then seemed to follow the path of Dan Brown and his character Robert Langdon in Angels and Demons.  I have also read his other books “Digital Fortress” and “Deception Point”.   Anyway for my 30th birthday my mum brought me the latest book of his which was “The Lost Symbol”.  I thought I’d give it a read, and found myself engrossed in it.  I’m not gonna give the story away to those who want to read it, or those who have the book on them awaiting to start it.  It does have a few quite clever twists and turns that meant I was going to bed to read a few pages, that turned quickly into 50 or 60 pages I’m on of them people where I try and read a book and if I can’t get into it in the first few chapters then I just leave it on a shelf to gather dust.

The Lost Symbol

It got to the point after reading The Da Vinci Code thatI started googling and becoming interested in the Knights Templar and their causes, and I’ve done the same with this book, with it being based arouns the Freemasons.  Anyway enough from me for now

Have been pretty much a blur, as time has flown by so bloody quickly.  It’s safe to say my body is feeling a little older right now but my mind is still feeling very young   Work is becoming increasingly busy which is all good.  Suppose I’ll start this blog post around Johns birthday weekend.  It got very messy as expected, and I ended up being VERY VERY ill

It was certainly a long day, which started as early as 12:45pm when Pete came to pick me up so we could meet John in the gym ready to get the pump on ahead of a very crazy night in store.  Pete and John were commenting on how little a costume we actually had compared to the rest of the lads, and I could feel the anticipation to just get sorted and head out for the night. Got round to Scott’s not long after 3 and Will, John, Simon and Dawson were already there.  We checked out the costumes and my mouth literally dropped to the floor! “We’re going out in THAT” was pretty much all I could muster at that moment in time, as Dawson adjusted his costume a little.  Once Northy had arrived we all converged on the kitchen ahead of the Centurion drinking game.  It won’t sound a lot, but having taken part in it I can confirm that it’s very very difficult, and Scott never made it to the end without throwing up

Centurion, also known as Century Club, Century Challenge, One-Hunzy-Hunzy, Chicken of the North, Hundred’s Club, Power Hour and Century Clock in North America, is a drinking game. Although there are variations in the rules, a basic premise remains; drink one hundred shots of beer or cider in as many minutes. Depending on the size of the shot glass used, either 2.5 or 3 litres of low volume drink such as cider or beer is required.

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I suppose it’s done what they set out to do, when the advertising boffins sat down and tried to create an advert for a directory enquiry phone number over here in the UK.  Please do not hate me, if after watching the advert below, that you start humming or singing the bloody thing!! Rachel at work is doing her nut, cos I keep humming or singing it and then she gets it stuck inside her head too

Talking of annoying adverts or mini videos how bad is this following video

Thanks to Karl for this gem! Had my in stitches litterally crying as I tried to imagine what had gone through this blokes mind

Just try reading this without laughing till you cry!!!

Pocket Tazer Stun Gun, a great gift for the wife… A guy who purchased
his lovely wife a pocket Tazer for their anniversary submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked
my
interest…
The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little
something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a
100,000-volt, pocket/purse- sized tazer.

The effects of the tazer were supposed to be short lived, with no
long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time
to retreat to safety….??

WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.

loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button.
Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the
button and pressed it against a metal surface at the same time, I’d
get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the
prongs.

AWESOME!!!

Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is
on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that
it couldn’t be all that bad with only two AAA batteries, right?

There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently
(trusting little soul)while I was reading the directions and thinking
that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving
target.

I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a
second) and then thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But,
if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself
against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as
advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading
glasses
perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand,
and tazer in another.

The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient
your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms
and a major loss of bodily control; and a three-second burst would
purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of
water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the
batteries.

All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5″
long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference (loaded with two itsy, bitsy
AAA batteries); pretty cute really, and thinking to myself, ‘no
possible way!’

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best …
I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one
side so as to say, ‘Don’t do it stupid,’ reasoning that a one second
burst from such a tiny lil ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I
decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I
touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and …

HOLY MOTHER OF.. . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE ….!!!

I’m pretty sure Hulk Hogan ran in through the side door, picked me up
in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and
over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the
fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples
on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under
my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs!

The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging
to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an
attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the
living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a tazer, one
note of caution: there is NO such thing as a one second burst when you
zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged
from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor! A three
second burst would be considered conservative!

A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at
that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and
surveyed the landscape.

My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The
recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it
originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still
twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my
bottom lip weighed 88 lbs.. I had no control over the drooling.

Apparently I had crapped in my shorts, but was too numb to know for
sure, and my sense of smell was gone. I saw a faint smoke cloud above
my head, which I believe came from my hair. I’m still looking for my
testicles and I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!

P.s… My wife can’t stop laughing about my experience, loved the gift
and
now regularly threatens me with it!

If you think education is difficult, try being stupid !!!

Of being a 20 something male! This time tomorrow I’ll be feeling old as I sit back and watch the rugby in my rocking chair with my pipe and slippers.  Don’t seem that long ago I was celebrating my 18th birthday, and now tomorrow it’ll be my 30th

First of all Happy 25th birthday yesterday John! Hope you ahd a good one!

Hope to have a decent blog post after this weekend! IT’s gonna be an EPIC and VERY VERY MSSY one thats for sure!

This is SPARTAAAAA

If I was ever to get a little Kitteh, This is defo the one I’d be able to relate to when looking for one

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