After viewing the house we are going to live in, in september andy and myself thought do you reckon we could all fit in the corner bath.
Now this remember is a small corner bath but i actually think that we could get all 5 of us in the bath naked or not, im not fussed though it may seem like an all out man fest with alice who may enjoy being in a bath with 4 guys im not sure but i highly doubt it.
Things like this happened in our house last year, no not all 7 guys getting in the shower as that would be very gay but things like andy walking around the house naked and a couple of the guys not being happy with this or me andy and carl dancing in terrentail rain in our boxershorts in the back garden.
Can it be done, can all 5 of us fit in the bath?
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Post season
Well post season has been a nightmare. Ok there has been my dose of cricket but there was no football or ice hockey.
However that was all over after a trip to the emirates for the emirates cup. We trecked up to my brothers me and dan in his car, my mum dad and bandit in my dads car. The trip up was funny with mine and dans conversations getting deep at times.
However it was off to nene park to watch an arsenal reserve team play rushden and diamonds, all in all it was a good game with arsenal winning 2-0 and my dad talking to one of the players dads. However i remember saying to dan the last game before this we had been to was the fa cup final, which had a different beauty to a game at nene park.
It was off to the emirates, however traffic delays etc and getting a beer in the ground we only caught the end of the first game between hamburg and Real Madrid. This i was to find out i was extremely happy for as me and dan were sat infront of these annoying italian fans that only ever said ahhhh pavel pavel and thiago which annoyed the hell out of me. But when it came to arsenals game Juventus won 1-0 which annoyed the hell out of me as they played terrible however the worst was to come.
We walked out of the ground and met my dad and brother. We all thought we would be clever and avoid arsenal tube station and go to finsbury park which was just up the road, but unfortunatley a couple of thousand people had the same idea. We queued for about an hour as the police would not let anyone cross until a certain time. Eventually we got back to my brithers and we swore it would be different the next day.
The next day came and there was no traffic however coming out of finsbury park tube station a 15 year old who was rather intoxicated proceeded to throw up all over my brothers shirt. After laughing loads he had to go and buy a new shirt and got the arsenal away shirt. We found a decent chippy and went to a pub after finding a quicker way out of the tube and went to a pub for a drink. The route was indeed quicker after the game and when we got home we were happy with an arsenal 1-0 win over real madrid. The game was made better when a couple of guys behind me continued to argue about the adebyor saga.
The trip home was fun with dan proceeding to put unleaded petrol in his diesel car though we managed to get home and all in all was a great weekend.
However that was all over after a trip to the emirates for the emirates cup. We trecked up to my brothers me and dan in his car, my mum dad and bandit in my dads car. The trip up was funny with mine and dans conversations getting deep at times.
However it was off to nene park to watch an arsenal reserve team play rushden and diamonds, all in all it was a good game with arsenal winning 2-0 and my dad talking to one of the players dads. However i remember saying to dan the last game before this we had been to was the fa cup final, which had a different beauty to a game at nene park.
It was off to the emirates, however traffic delays etc and getting a beer in the ground we only caught the end of the first game between hamburg and Real Madrid. This i was to find out i was extremely happy for as me and dan were sat infront of these annoying italian fans that only ever said ahhhh pavel pavel and thiago which annoyed the hell out of me. But when it came to arsenals game Juventus won 1-0 which annoyed the hell out of me as they played terrible however the worst was to come.
We walked out of the ground and met my dad and brother. We all thought we would be clever and avoid arsenal tube station and go to finsbury park which was just up the road, but unfortunatley a couple of thousand people had the same idea. We queued for about an hour as the police would not let anyone cross until a certain time. Eventually we got back to my brithers and we swore it would be different the next day.
The next day came and there was no traffic however coming out of finsbury park tube station a 15 year old who was rather intoxicated proceeded to throw up all over my brothers shirt. After laughing loads he had to go and buy a new shirt and got the arsenal away shirt. We found a decent chippy and went to a pub after finding a quicker way out of the tube and went to a pub for a drink. The route was indeed quicker after the game and when we got home we were happy with an arsenal 1-0 win over real madrid. The game was made better when a couple of guys behind me continued to argue about the adebyor saga.
The trip home was fun with dan proceeding to put unleaded petrol in his diesel car though we managed to get home and all in all was a great weekend.
The story so far
So ive been thinking for a while why do people create blogs? and thought thought to myself well screw it ill do one myself.
Things have been a bit bad recently, about two months ago i had the great news that my brothers girlfriend had given birth to a healthy baby girl - ella grace, i was over the moon as was the rest of my family. Then a week a so later (friday 13th) we all decided to go up to wellingborough to see ella and have a hold.
Things were going well, my mum, dad and bandit (my dog) were in my dads car while my two aunties and my nan were in my car. The drive was going well my aunties and nan had cracked open the beers and we were all having a joke and a laugh. Just as we going through monmouth tunnels by the boarding school and my nan said " Friday the 13th has always been lucky for me" at this point the car infront of me slammed on its breaks and i swerved but couldn't avoid and hit the mazda in front.
At this point everyone was ok and i was trying to get my belt off but couldn't quite grasp it (as you will find out this actually saved my life) when a ford focus hit from behind at about 50 mph. This was horrible likely my auntie in the front had opened her door and we could get out as the other doors had buckled.... My nan was not good
It was the worst feeling i have ever had in my life i thought my nan was going to die right there but the firecrew managed to cut her out and rush her to hospital where she partially pulled through. However at this point my head was full of guilt and in my opinion rightly so as its my responsibilty for what happens to the car and it's passengers.
She managed to pull through partially and was sent home from hospital but she wasn't good and i felt guilty everytime i thought about it. To make matters worse i kept having flashblacks which i do to this day and was not sleeping well.
For reasons related to the acident unfortunatley my nan died which was a horrible experience to see however we all had fun at the funeral which i know sounds bad but we all had a few drinks played snooker and skittles under two teams named after her favourite drinks - whisky and lemonade (which i was on ) and vodka and tonic. Unfortunatley we lost much to toms fault after gettng 6 off 9 rolls. However i was pleased with my contribution top scoring with 20. Also beating dan in a game of skittles as he said it he was certain to thrash me at.
I still feel guilty and i still believe that it was partially my fault, i still get some flashbacks but starting to sleep better. R.I.P nan....
Things have been a bit bad recently, about two months ago i had the great news that my brothers girlfriend had given birth to a healthy baby girl - ella grace, i was over the moon as was the rest of my family. Then a week a so later (friday 13th) we all decided to go up to wellingborough to see ella and have a hold.
Things were going well, my mum, dad and bandit (my dog) were in my dads car while my two aunties and my nan were in my car. The drive was going well my aunties and nan had cracked open the beers and we were all having a joke and a laugh. Just as we going through monmouth tunnels by the boarding school and my nan said " Friday the 13th has always been lucky for me" at this point the car infront of me slammed on its breaks and i swerved but couldn't avoid and hit the mazda in front.
At this point everyone was ok and i was trying to get my belt off but couldn't quite grasp it (as you will find out this actually saved my life) when a ford focus hit from behind at about 50 mph. This was horrible likely my auntie in the front had opened her door and we could get out as the other doors had buckled.... My nan was not good
It was the worst feeling i have ever had in my life i thought my nan was going to die right there but the firecrew managed to cut her out and rush her to hospital where she partially pulled through. However at this point my head was full of guilt and in my opinion rightly so as its my responsibilty for what happens to the car and it's passengers.
She managed to pull through partially and was sent home from hospital but she wasn't good and i felt guilty everytime i thought about it. To make matters worse i kept having flashblacks which i do to this day and was not sleeping well.
For reasons related to the acident unfortunatley my nan died which was a horrible experience to see however we all had fun at the funeral which i know sounds bad but we all had a few drinks played snooker and skittles under two teams named after her favourite drinks - whisky and lemonade (which i was on ) and vodka and tonic. Unfortunatley we lost much to toms fault after gettng 6 off 9 rolls. However i was pleased with my contribution top scoring with 20. Also beating dan in a game of skittles as he said it he was certain to thrash me at.
I still feel guilty and i still believe that it was partially my fault, i still get some flashbacks but starting to sleep better. R.I.P nan....
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