Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The Wildhearts

We went to see The Wildhearts the other night. Very good they were too, although I would say that, what with them being my favourite band and all. Here is a link to a picture in Phil's blog.

I was going to put a picture in here to see if I can but none of my pictures came out very well the other night. I was going to take a picture of my foot, about half of which has now turned black and blue, but I thought better of it.

Smashing weather we're having, isn't it!

Monday, April 23, 2007

Oh man, the pressure!

Phil just told me that he has this blog in his RSS reader ... oh man, I never expected to have an audience. I might just delete everything and hide under the table for a bit.

Hey Phil, you should write something in your blog (to which I have subscribed) too!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Ha, psyche, my foot isn't broken at all, thank crikey. After preparing myself for the worse, I spent what turned out to be a reasonably pleasant hour in A&E getting it X-rayed and it turns out to just be badly bruised. I take back everything I said about the NHS being rubbish.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

The NHS doesn't seem to be functioning very efficiently

On Tuesday I injured my foot. On Wednesday, I went to see my GP and he referred me to get it X-rayed since there is a chance that I've broken something. It's now Thursday and I have spent all day phoning the radiology department at the Royal Hants Hospital to see if they have received the fax from my GP's surgery, only to be told each time that it had not yet arrived. Eventually, they called me back and explained that actually they had it all along; it had just been put into the wrong pile. Fantastic, I thought. Now I can get an appointment. Oh no: that particular department are refusing to X-ray me because my injury was sustained within the last seven days and they don't deal with injuries that recent. I'm told that I must go to A&E instead. Given that it's now 4:30 pm and I don't want to be sitting in a waiting room in A&E all evening while more urgent cases are dealt with, I've decided to go in tomorrow.

Now, I'm by no means an urgent case and there's no reason why I ought to be going to A&E, the name of which suggests that it should be for people who have had Accidents and forEmergencies. The last time I stepped foot in an A&E department was with my grandad who had just been rushed there in the back of an ambulance after he collapsed at home. The time before that was to see my Dad who had just been pronounced dead. The thought of a moron like me clogging the place up because he has a slightly sore foot pisses me right off.

The trouble is that my doctor said that I should get my foot X-rayed just in case so that's what I'm going to do. I hope that sitting in a waiting room all tomorrow morning is even more fun than ranting about stuff on the internet.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Blog Me Do!

So what's this all about, then? Why am I bothering to write this silly blog thing? It has always struck me that a blog would be the perfect medium to wax lyrical about any tedious ideas that crossed my head. Having done that, I would then be completely ignored by everyone in the world and it wouldn't matter too much because that would my blog just like 99.9% of all other blogs out there. Hoo-ray!

Of course, there are a few people who are able to string a few interesting sentences together in a way that makes me want to read them. There's Mr Biffo's amusing musings. There's the intelligent philosophical musings of Paul Graham's essays. I'm pretty sure that a few other people in the world are similarly endowed with a mastery of prose and have interesting things to say but I can't be bothered to find them. It doesn't matter. This blog isn't going to be like that. I have a poor command of the English language and little of interest to talk about. Never mind.

So the purpose of these scribblings is as follows: I intend to write rubbish here for a while and see if I get better at doing it. Hopefully I will one day become slightly less inept at churning out rambling prose like this and will feel somehow satisfied by that fact. We'll see.

The stupidest injury. Ever.

Yesterday, I dropped a 6kg dumbbell on my foot. It didn't hurt much at the time but a few hours later my foot had swelled up like a football and it hurt like mad. Today, the doctor prodded the injury for a few minutes and was sufficiently concerned by my girlie squeals as to suggest that I may have have fractured my 2nd or 3rd metatarsal. I await tomorrow's X-ray with trepidation.

I can't help but think that some kind of evil force is determined to make sure that I never get any good at football by causing me to injure myself in all kinds of stupid ways so that I never get to play. Luckily, like all the best sportsmen, I am "staying strong mentally". Thank crikey for that!

Sunday, April 01, 2007

The sickest April Fool's joke ever

Trying to buy Glastonbury tickets is like trying to persuade Ian Paisley to dress up as Gareth Gates and perform on Stars In Their Eyes. Although it might seem like a good idea, it is unlikely to happen. Three of us have been sat at our respective computers, clicking refresh with one hand and dialling the phone line with the other for the past half hour. We have nothing to show for it.

I think that this is a "hilarious" April Fool's joke by Michael Eavis. I don't think that Glastonbury tickets are on sale at all. They are having a laugh at our expense. Oh man!