Aggression Levels

In the car today due to another busy evening, parents' evening followed by squash. At least it means I can chauffeur my colleague and I to the pub for lunch.

Naturally any time you want to make a quick escape from work the traffic is going to hell and tonight on Pride Park it’s worse than ever. At least it’s decided my transport mode for tomorrow. Bike.

I make it to parents' evenings with a few minutes to spare, although perhaps soon wish I hadn’t... Daughter problems... and more of them than we were expecting.

This probably helps get my aggression levels up for squash. Although after our first game I feel I’m going to be ill on court but that’s more to do with the huge sausage baguette I had for lunch in the pub. I recover from that and we have five really close games. I even win one of them. Which he blames on the fact that I’ve had to lend him some kit because he turned up without any. It’s a good job I had extra as I was bringing some kit home from work for washing. He’s lucky, I could have given him the smelly sweaty worn kit but I didn’t I gave him my freshly washed squash shirt instead.

A few weeks ago I praised Fulham for reaching the semi-finals of the Europa ‘Whatever It’s Called This Week’ Cup. Well more praise now as they come from a goal behind to defeat Hamburg and make the final. I always like to see the underdog do well. Liverpool though, predictably, don’t make it an all English final and Fulham will play Atletico Madrid instead.

L skips the gym, obviously still feeling ill, and goes home to cook chicken balti instead. Nice and hot I hope, to burn away her germs, with a couple of glasses of red wine at the ready, just in case any try to escape.

Baring A Grudge

After our dodgy curry the other week I left some none too favourable feedback on the FillMyBelly website. Today the curry house rang me up to discuss it... thought they were going to send the boys round but no, he was quite apologetic. It was good customer service actually. I wasn’t going to go back there again, ever, because when I bare a grudge it stays bared but now they’ll probably get another chance.

Daughter wants a Polaroid camera. I wonder what she’s up to. Polaroid cameras only exist for two reasons. Firstly because they looked kind of cool once, about 1970 I believe, but that was only until you realised how hideously expensive the film was and secondly... well, that other reason, although digital photography has just about done away with the point of that.



I’m eating out tonight. Well that is if you class pizza as eating out. Actually tonight Pizza Hut excels itself. Food wise, it’s pretty good. Service wise, as bad as ever and they always seem to expect a tip no matter what. It’s so much hassle getting the bill that we have to leave them the change for fear of not making the pub before closing if they took too long getting our change together.

Credit to unfancied Fulham tonight who make the semi-finals of the UEFA Cup. Sorry I mean Europa Cup or is it Europa League, who knows. I don’t usually follow the European stuff but their run has interested me, particularly now all our teams are out of the Champions League. Having beaten defending champions Shakhtar Donetsk and the mighty Juventus in the previous rounds last night they dispensed with German champions Wolfsburg. Next up Hamburg and then perhaps Liverpool in the final?