Football, Fairs and Fit RAC men....

... ok, we can make that into 'RAC men', but hey I’ll come to that in a bit.


Yesterdays football match, as far as i can see, was a success. I think - I say I think because I wasn’t really paying that much attention to the game - that the score was 11 all, after 3 mini matches. Not bad for their first attempt at a game I don’t think. I was busy cooking John sausages sandwiches on my cheapo trangia...its not really a trangia, its just a trangia want to be, it was only a couple of quid, and you can tell. Anyways, i ended up picking part of it up with my bare hands ... a bit stupid seen as 30 seconds previous it had got a massive flame engulfing it. I now have a white blister on the end of my left index finger which is going to make my concert tomorrow night rather interesting seen as I can’t really play any notes involving a 1st finger! oh well, what will be will be.

Now, lets move swiftly onto the Fair of Liquorice - also known as Pontefract Liquorice Fair. Martin took me, and it was.... Different! I went to the Castle for the first time, which was good. But it was a bit of a let down content wise, and there were certain people who needed to be avoided. Back up in town, all the stalls were basically the same, and after a about 45mins we we're bored so came home. It was so much better when it was under the control of the Liquorice Fair committee people type thing and not WMDC, but hey, that’s only my own opinion. It just seemed so much different from when I preformed in it a few years ago, maybe as I’ve got older its worn off on me.

Right, now to the old RAC man. Well, he wasn’t that old, but that’s not the point. Dad and I happily set off to the opticians this morning, so we hopped onto the 62. The car didn’t want to go up the slip road, but dad got it there. 600meters along the motorway and we had to pull into the hard shoulder because of an ‘Engine Malfunction’ – or so the car told us. No other messages came up, so we carried on – again, at around 60mph the car juddered and stuff, so we pulled up again, and I got to dip the oil dippy stick with big wizzy lorries wizzing past me! We ended up having to call the RAC out, and it took AGES to get it sorted out, it even included a trip to Ferrybridge service station! - £2 for a fricking bottle of water! Robbing arses! We (when I say we, I mean dad) eventually got the car back to the garage, where its sitting now hopefully being mended.

On that note, im off to football training with the lads!
GO ME!

Toodles x