Super Sunday

So I decided I hadn't actually taken a shot outside my house/office for a while so on my way to do the super sunday food shop I stopped and took a picture of a field. I'm pretty sure you've all seen one before, but then you've all seen me looking pensive as well so it's the lesser of two evils.

Watched the FA Cup final at my mates yesterday. Riveting stuff. We stood around in the kitchen drinking and talking about football, then I came home. From around 6pm unil 1am last night I wrestled my internet connection before finally conceding and heading off to Bedfordshire. I had some lucid dreams about moving into a new house and being chased by Fernando Torres (he didn't catch me, surprise surprise) before being woken up by that idiot next door and his collection of wood mangling tools. First the chainsaw, then the axe. Now it's just the axe. He's been chopping more or less constantly for three weeks. I'm convinced he is to blame for most of the deforestation abroad. I have some advice for him:

1: Get better at chopping so it doesn't take so fucking long.
2: Don't do it before 9am as (if I'm honest) I tend to be a bit grizzly in the early AM's and you are likely to get something from me you don't want. Like a snooker ball in a sock around the back of your head.
3: Maybe install oil central heating? I know it's expensive but given my deterioratiing mental state I'm convinced there is less risk to your personal beong.

I think thats the best advice I can give.

Not much popping off at Castle Gary today. Got some steak to sizzle up in a balti later which I shall pour over a bed of potatoes (chopped into strips and lightly fried in oil. I like to call them 'chips').

I had a KFC yesterday and the girl behind the counter was really hot. The only thing is if she works at KFC shes either a: too young or b: lacks ambition (or C: both) which to be fair kinda makes her my key demographic at the moment. Fingers crossed for a lack of self esteem as well......

Eurovsion was on last night wasn't it? I wouldn't know I sat around listening to Hank Williams Jnr drinking Carlsberg and (as previously mentioned) sparring with a vodafone dongle. Very frustrating. I did make contact on match with a girl from Chesterfield but her lack of punctuation and paragraph structure worries me somewhat.

Thank you all very much for the comments yesterday and please accept my deepest apologies for not being able to comment back. I shall do tomorrow on a good connection. Some of the info I got was massively useful and all of the ego massaging was appreciated. Cheers for that.

So on with super sunday now: shopping done time to vaccuum and avoid answering the phone when a family member rings with inane tales of their dreary lives. I have enough of my own to be going on with cheers.