Haggs

// I'm 22 // I'm a Quantity Surveyor// I graduated in maths // I listen to good music // I goto shows // I have some pretty neat pals // I love football // I support wycombe wanderers // I wear tight clothes // I straighten my hair // I have a man-bag // I am not gay //
AN OPEN DIARY
Sunday 07 October jeez louise. it's been almost half a year since my last entry.
what's happened with me lately, i hear you ask? well a lot.
- 10 months strong with my girlfriend and i can see it being many more.
- i'm going to Rome with work in a couple of weeks. it's going to be proper fun.
- my mum WAS having an affair. my parents are now split, and everyone has disbanded my dad, as he is the only one living in Chesham. +10 detective points for me.
- talking of the split, i don't really talk to my mum that much. not because i'm necessarily mad at her, but because well i wouldn't be ringing her everyday if nothing had happened anyway. my dad seems to be getting on fine after the sudden shock of it all, and is seeing another lady. fingers crossed that all goes well for him.
- i now live in Oxford with my pals from uni days. it's well fun and much better than the stressful days treading on eggshells around my parents.
- i'm about to buy a ps3. cannot wait to play pro evo 2008.
- it's my birthday soon, so its something to look forward to. hoping to get money towards a laptop, so that I can scroll the internet at my leisure.
- wycombe are doing well this season, but i have hardly seen them play. maybe it's a good luck omen for me to be away from them. i just feel like my life is so busy as it is, that i have other and sometimes better things to do with my saturdays. i know this sounds a bit sacraligeous. perhaps i need to go to a really exciting game and get bitten by the footballing bug again.
- i NEED exercise, i have put on weight, and although an advantage in football for being able to hold my own against big guys, i'd rather have a thinner waist, if not just the ability to be able to keep running beyond the 10 minute mark.
- nothing much has happened that i can think of. no-one reads this anyway. facebook is where it's at. at least people are notified of a change to your profile so they can come find it. you have to rely on those pesky bulletins on here now. catch you soon. x
Sunday 20 May I love kayleigh times a million.
Monday 9 April 20:46I apologise for my drunken diary entries. i showed myself up to be an alcholic and ummm....well yeah....we'll leave it there.
Had a smashing day with my babe. It's a shame the sun went down when it did, cos the weather was being lovely.
I'm not hungry for dinner cos i'm full up on crisps and mini-eggs. All my fault. I'll be hungry by 10!
Gotta take a dvd back in a sec. What a flurry of diary entries. I'm starting a new trend i feel. x
Monday 9 April 02:24 i pissed in my front garden. the neighbours lights are all out. does that mean, i'm keeping them up, or am i the only normal person on the street. a quick look at the time makes me think that i'm normal for my age, and that listening to sherwood following senses fail is all part of being 22. cest la vie.
Monday 9 April 4 beers, £32 quid, a bottle of red, and half of ton of chocolate.
that's my easter recognition of jesus' sacrafice. so it was meant to be games day 2007, but it worked out ok from the initial disappointment. so good friday, it was a classic. i played golf after not playing for near on 6 months. came in on the last 9 holes in a 45. double that up you got a 90 which is only 18 over par, which is technically only a shot over par on each hole! i'm well proud. now is the time to step it up. i hit an absolute monster drive that killed everyone i was playing with. i think they would have been jealous of my drive if i wasnt such a retard with my irons.
i've been drinking a ridiculous amount of wine. i hope im ok for shopping and another round of golf tomorrow. i gotta clean up my mess before i go out for shopping though, cos my parents will beat me home if i have a 3pm tee off and they won't be super happy.
i won some money on betting against wycombe and choosing the winner of the us masters golf jobby. zach johnson - you are class. shrewsbury - thanks for not beating us.
i was meant to be going to grimsby, but my gal has had to go to hospital, and i dont fancy braving bank holiday traffic on my own!
talking of irons previously, i currently want my funeral song to be iron and wine's cover of the postal service's such great heights (should i die soon, it's on my computer so please do play it at my funeral)
my parents are being dickheads at the mo. my mum especially. my dad is pissed off that my mum is being weird lately. she has been just shrugging and avoiding the issue. i reckon she might be having an affair, but there are certain clues pointing to otherwise. either way it makes living at home a pretty dire affair currently.
i'm a little pissed now, and just halted myself from pissing out of my front door. i mean what would the neighbours say!!!?? man i'm so close to the end of this bottle, i cant leave it surely!!
it's irrelevant, i've poured out the remains of wine, into a glass. it's going down the hatchet.
man i'm writing without even caring what my fingers type. this is a weird night. the girl i love has just been discharged from hospital and im just drinking wine like an alchy. what about my liver???
it's gonna be so funny reading this in the morning, cos whilst i feel like i'm with it, i know that my fingers are getting ahead of me and are typing some stuff that is ridiculous. oh well go with the flow.
to add to the weirdness, i had a dream that i was in my house with sawyer, jack and kate from lost and we were flying to the uk in the morning when all of a sudden those pesky others came and raided my house. being concious of my passport and other belongings i went to go get my bag, but i got trapped by the others. luckily korean sun shot one of them and i escaped (via a postman delivery) and boarded the submarine with jack, kate and sawyer. i would love to report that it ended in a foursome, but i couldnt handle sharing evangeline with two other guys and i split from them.
right i really do think i'm talking shit. all that is decent from this update is surely: i'm going to play golf tomorrow after i do a bit of shopping! haha
night guys!! x
Monday 3 April OMGZ!!!11 Germany was immense. Okay I spent an absolute ridiculous amount of money, but what times. Sightseeing, go-karts, the zoo and 7 consecutive very drunken nights. Not to mention, incredible waitress tipping, poodle girl, fall out boy at Icon, train from freiberg to berlin, revolving restaurants at 265m in the air, the brandonburg gate and lads on tour behaviour. Germany knows Lee Hagger has visited. And will be better for it.
- football is still shit. 0-0 israel, 3-0 andorra, 0-0 walsall, 0-1 bristol rovers, 3-3 peterborough. i really dont like football all that much at the minute. nothings performing for me. promotion in the playoffs is a distant dream at the minute.
- my mobile and card didnt work out in germany, and the doors of a train closed on me seperating me and my other friends. with no money or mobile, i was screwed, well and truly. or so i thought. some german lady took a whole hour out of her trip from Collogne to Berlin to help me find my hotel. she is a star, and i will never think bad of the germans again. my card started working shortly after i rang up my bank to tell them that i was abroad, and the spending got carried away again!
- haggs' lyric of the day: "i'm a fly on the wall and i'm glued to the action":sherwood - never ready to leave.
- haggs' groaning point of the day: two courseworks due end of april.
- haggs' one top thing he is doing today: going to see fall out boy just pips the meat feast pizza i just ate.
- haggs' "i wont be doing that for a while" event: drinking any form of alcohol for at least a week.
P.S. i am desperately short of clean clothes. in a snide remark to some of these pathetic bulletin obsessed kids i keep reading (you know who you are): "please someone give me some money to buy new clothes. Saturday 17 March
This month is weird. Most of the days this month echo the February's what with today being Sat 17th the same as it was in my last entry back in Feb.
-I'm sitting here in my boxers; eating curry, drinking beer and watching Borat. I need something sweet, I want a cola.
-Wycombe were poor again today, i mean they got a 0-0, but they showed a lack of attacking intent, and we all know goals win games. not good enough.
-The new Sherwood cd is great. i've been listening to it in my car really loud, and making old people wish they were young again.
-I've been super ill recently. Like all I've wanted to do is sit in bed. Headaches, cold sweats, sore muscles and aching joints. Not been nice. 2 days off work were not too bad tho.
-My car has been misbehaving and falling apart. I should learn to drive more responsibly, but we all know going fast is fun. A new fan and other imaginary sundry that all deceiving garages like to add to a bill comes to £246!! I think I need the bank of mum and dad to bail me out on this until the famous pay packet of April.
-I've been miscalculating my expenses, so in April I get £3,000. If you see me in the street, ask me to buy you a pint. Obviously I have final say in this, but you stand an even greater opportunity than normal of getting one. This money is going some way to paying off my student debt, my trip to Germany and towards the 'I have to have a PS3 with pro evo' fund.
-I'm staying in a hotel when Give It A Name is on. I'm looking forward to the beery times with my boys from Worthing. I have a bed up for grabs currently. No girls should apply, you will make the missus angry!
-England play Israel and Andorra, my prediction is two draws and McLaren to claim we were unlucky. Get him out, the ginger cunt. It's clear it should be part of the checklist. No gingers, you just can't trust them. I mean I love carrots, but I wouldn't trust one with the England job.
-I gotta go, Buddy from Senses Fails voice is annoying me and he must be switched over to something a little bit more melancholy.
-Love to you all.x
Saturday 17 February
Golly! It's been a whole month give or take since my last update, and after persuasion from certain quarters, here comes the latest entry. I guess not a lot of groundbreaking stuff has happened as of late.
- Wycombe are back to their league schedule after bravely bowing out to Chelsea in the Carling Cup. Despite drawing 1-1 at home, they brought a number of world class players back into the fray, and eventually the divide in class told. Despite making villains of themselves during the game Drogba, Mourinho and Lampard, all went up in my opinion when they applauded our fans, dousing my negative views on their diving, moaning and frustrating ability to turn up for games post and pre germany (all respectively of course).
- I went and saw Fall Out Boy at the end of January, which could quite possibly be the first time I have seen them since their first visit with Mest all those years back, when people didn't know who they were. I surely must have seen them since, Mean Fiddler rings a bell. Anyway, they were brilliant. Played a lot more of Infinity On High that I could ever have imagined, which must have been a sore point for fans that don't download, but not for our select group. The downside being some little shit theiving Rich's jacket at the end of it all, and us not being able to catch up with him. Some people just really are lowlifes.
- The whole relationship thing is working well. Not a massive pro on this topic, but it seems like im stumbling through it all okay, and bar one hiccup, I'd like to think I'm not too much of a terrible boyfriend. My parents now know about it, which is cool, and I really shouldn't have ever been shy to tell them really.
-Oh I went to Wales, which was nice. Stayed in this castle, and had a lovely time relaxing, eating, swimming, sauna-ing (that's not a real word is it?). Despite having to do an essay during the quieter times of this weekend, it was a big refresher, and actually half converted me to the sensible lifes of the three people that I went with. They were all about eating reasonably healthy, exercise and getting good nights sleep, and to be honest with you its not a bad life.
-My parents, now there's a sticky subject. Since I was alerted to their problems, it has been a lot more noticeable to me. Maybe I'm reading into it too much, I don't know. But they definitely aren't the old school parents. They don't agree much, they are sarcastic and moody, they don't show the same affection as I've come to know. They haven't even booked a summer holiday this year, which has to be the first time ever since I've been alive. I get the feeling they are, and to quote Blink 182, staying together for the kids. Once I leave in August, and Nikki decides where she wants to live, I think it's likely that with their common interest moved away, they will go their seperate ways too. Fingers crossed this doesn't happen, but I'd prefer them to be happy really.
-So I've discussed football, pals, girls, music, family - is there anything else to talk about? I can't really think it. Oh other than I got to go to the Isle of Wight on my own this week, as my boss was double booked. I had to drive to Lymington (South of Southampton), board the ferry and liase with the site manager for an hour, finding out the progress of a, to be honest, shockingly organised project. It was a great responsibility, and hopefully illustrates my ability to manage tasks on my own, and welcome further responsibilty and pay rise wouldn't go a miss either!!
So there should be enough to keep you all happy for a week. Have a fun week, and if you get to speak to me before tomorrow, wish me luck. Me and my work are entering a 6-a-side competition and if you know me even the slightest, you will know I hate to lose. I could do with all the well wishing.
OUT.
Saturday 20th January
Pretty shit few days: Wycombe draw 1-1 with lowly accrington stanley, and apparently my sister tells me my parents are having relationship problems and that my mum doesn't love my dad, therefore a divorce is on the cards. i joke about it not realising the real effects of it, but now i realise that it will pretty much turn my life upside down. Well at least I'm moving out in August, but still.... it's gonna be pretty weird if this goes ahead. Other news: Wycombe drew 1-1 with Chelsea as the video below probably gives away. I also have a new love interest, in the form of a special girl called Kayleigh, who makes me very happy so we'll see how that goes. I'm drinking JD and coke and trying to forget about the traumas that have emerged this week, and also trying to forget about how internet manages to be the easiest medium of transfering "big news".
Tuesday 16th January
I don't have time to talk. I have an essay due. Just watch!
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Wednesday 20th December
Charlton 0-1 Wycombe.
These videoes say it all.... ..
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Saturday 16th December
I've been on the piss for 3 straight days now and this video has given me goosebumps:
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i love it when England turn it on.
Friday 8th December been a while...
Hit The Lights/New Found
Simply amazing. Worthing Kings. Booze. Retro tunes. Great memories! Ali Dean! Amazing!!
Birmingham
Hammered! Woke up fully dressed, I had a takeaway feast. Food everywhere!! Check my phone: I danced with this for cheap laughs:
Oh sweet jesus!
Monday 27th November a classic weekend
Friday Vodka + Fanta Lemon = a whole lot of pleasure(dome)
Saturday A smug Jeff Stelling + a lost £4 acca = thank god for Wheatley astroturf
Sunday (Pub Lunch + Man Utd vs Chelsea) x The Ashes / Softcore Porn = 3 hours sleep!!
Thursday 23rd November long time, no diary!
Best Things To Happen To Me:
- New Fall Out Boy tracks being released
- Getting Charlton away tickets
- Handing in my first piece of Construction coursework
- Being made the Christmas social organiser and being allowed to book tobogganing as the main event
Worst Things To Happen To Me:
- My mobile was stolen whilst watching James Bond
- Late nights, early mornings. Coursework and a full time job is hard work!
- Wycombe draw against lowly Grimsby
- Adopting a diet of drive thru takeaways and Red Bull.
Haggs' Funny Moment
- Complaining about the crumbs in the butter and being told by Hogan to just "go around" it. Classic student behaviour
Haggs' Joke of the moment
- This man, he real chocolate face, no make up.
Wednesday 15th November so yeah...i'm 22
Lost was so averagely poor. They were meant to 'jump the shark', instead they left me feeling disappointed. Still love the show though. Shame about the 12 week break now! 1 down 11 to go. So yeah my Birthday is the main talking point since last update. I have gained a number on my age, but still feel generally the same as i have for the majority of the last year, minus the constant ID-ing on nights out, which seems to have subsided over the last few months. For the material sorts out there, I got 24 on dvd (which I only need to see the last two episodes of since I'm a download whore), a tie rack (bizzo prat present I know), chocolates, breakdown cover on my car for a year, top man vouchers, and a lot of cash (more than enough to get me through to pay day!!!) Went out in Chesham on Friday with mates, Oxford on Saturday and for a meal at TGI's in Wycombe on Monday to celebrate my actual day. Wycombe won in dramatic style against the Oxford scum. We are also playing Charlton in the Carling Cup 1/4 Final!!! With Charlton in managerial disarray at the minute, it could be a chance for me to use my new word "cupset"! And that's mostly it! I will update with anything I remember thats worthwhile in the next couple of days.
Sunday 5th November Absolutely nothing this weekend. A few beers and a pizza and some .. games. Last episode of Lost for 12 weeks this week though.
Sunday 29th October Oh what a week!!
Tuesday Wycombe 2-2 Doncaster (aet) Wycombe win 3-2 on penalties! Absolutely amazing. We're through to the 4th round, and against Notts County. Win that and we'll have one of the big boys in the 1/4 finals. Batista is a hero, saving 3 penalties. Que sara sara, whatever will be, will be; We're going to sheep country, que sara sara.
Wednesday I'm super skint, i'm in Birmingham, and i've skipped a meaningless lecture. I'm in the SU Bar playing terribly at pool, beer in hand, really letting down my mate, who is single handedly having to stop us losing. It has been just suggested that we go out in Birmingham tonight, which I immediately laugh at as a ridiculous idea seeing as I have no money, and have work at 9am, 70 miles south of where we currently are. 20 minutes later, I have been lent £40 by a mate, and joined by someone who is going to have to travel the same amount of money. I have run out of excuses, I'm actually going to have to go through with this! What the hell, spontaneous nights are always the best, the drive can't be that bad home tomorrow anyway. Finish afternoon lectures, and exit the student car park in convoy. Somewhat predictably I end up at the back, and in a strange city I get lost halfway through. After some drama, including pulling out infront of a bus, we make it to an Irish guy's landlady's house where we have been promised a floor for the night. Get changed and sexed up for the night and grab a taxi into Broad Street, and order a Magners. £4!!! What a rip. It's a messy night. I drink many Reefs, Vodka Redbulls, pints of fosters, Vodka and cokes, Smirnoff Ice's you name it. We leave the club and all have a cheese wrap thing, which I swear cost £4. I don't remember it tasting all that special. Back to the house at 3am. Fuck, I'm up in 3 and a half hours and I'm ridiculous pissed.
Thursday Up at 6.40. Definitely still a little drunk. Gonna have to risk it for a biscuit. Brush my teeth and sip on some water whilst checking a map. A45 - M45 - M1. ok sorted, lets go! Man I shouldn't be driving, I feel like I'm going to vom. Half an hour in traffic, before blitzing it to MK. Make it with 2 minutes to spare. The girl in my office, knows the whole story, and can't help but giggle at the absolute mess I look like. I somehow go undetected across the rest of the office, although I must stink of vodka, smoke and sweat. Godd job I doused myself with Hugo Boss I guess! I count the seconds to 5.30pm. It can't come soon enough. I pledge to go to bed as soon as I get home. I get some sort of second wind, ring up Doyle, chat for 1hr 8 minutes, go to bed at 1am. I seriously don't know how I survive on so little sleep!!
Friday Work is cool today. Must be 6 people in all day. Means plenty of emailing to UCE people and work mates. Go for Pizza Hut at lunchtime with two of the boys from the office. Find out some shocking rumours going around the office, including some unexpected romance links. I manage 14 slices in 20 minutes. I feel like a big fatty yet again. Should keep me going most of the evening though! Work speeds past, and before I know it I am in the shopping centre spending some of my new found wealth since today is payday. I buy pro evo 6, a sexy sort of retro polo shirt, a sharp white shirt and a white undershirt. Head to Oxford. It's Sally's birthday tonight. I'm just up for getting pissed again. I drink a small bottle of vodka and have two beers before I leave. I swear vodka and lemon fanta is the best drink ever. Can hardly taste the vod. Taylor is a legend for telling me this. I get quite drunk again, but when word that we will be hitting Park End gets around, I decide to cut my losses and head for the bus station. Me and Doyle see 'Pastie girl', this amazingly hot girl who works in the Oxford West Cornish Pasty shop on Cornmarket road. I wish I had made it obvious that it was me who shouted 'Oi pastie girl' as we passed here. I'd love to kiss her! ha I sent some ridiculous text messages out, managing to send revealing messages to wrong people. Should make things awkward in the week to come!
Saturday Boston United 0 - 1 Wycombe (Bloomfield 90'+3') Up to 3rd. Out you get Swindon. Oxford United at home in FA Cup 1st round! I clean up my mess with a text to each girl. I think I got off the hook with both, but I don't know how. Play lots of pro with Doyle. He wins 4 games in a row, keeping a clean sheet each time. He's sucha cunt, but you can't hate him. I beat him 6-1 with Brazil earlier so I still can bask it in that.
Sunday Clocks went back last night! 1 hr extra in bed. Phew! That's well needed. Tidy out the boot of my car. It's an utter tip. Watch Ipswich 5 - 0 Luton. Awesome result. Get out you dirty Luton cunts. Mike Newell's face is priceless. Beat Doyle 3 times in a row on Pro (he'll claim penalties don't count!) Roast dinner round the boys! Pop over and see Jen. Get an early bed in, early start tomorrow.
Monday 23rd October Another tiring weekend.
Friday Half a day at work today. My university has organised for a residential weekend to be spent up in Birmingham with all the other students, doing team-building exercises. I am a big negative approaching this weekend, as I've done tons of these things before, and hate the condescending feedback and perception stuff you get once it's done. It reminds me of Sunday School, where you get to play table tennis and eat biscuits, but then the lecturers start talking about Jesus. I settle into my hotel room. For a quite a nice hotel, the mattresses are rubbish. You can feel the springs almost bursting through, and that is only if you are lucky enough to find your room amongst the maze of corridors. The bath towels are lovely and plush though. The first evening session gets underway. We build towers with Lego, in a profit vs time task, which co-incedentally was my interview for Davis Langdon. Time flies, but I can't believe it when I look at my watch and we are still listening to the psychology babble the head supervisor is throwing out of his mouth. After a quick meal, where to my surprise, the service is like buying a pair of trainers from Sport Soccer on a Saturday afternoon, I make it to the bar, and begin my first of 8 pints. The other 7 and a sambuca shot follow, before I make my excuses of lack of sleep and begin the now even more confusing task of finding my room.
Saturday My head hurts? Why am I getting up at 8.30? Why am I still wearing my jeans under my covers? Three of the many thoughts rushing though my very sore head as I wake up to the noise of BBC News 24. I shower and dress and stumble into the conference room, where I see many people suffering like I am, although one guy is a lot worse for wear. He went out to the Belfry, pulled a 40 year old, brought her back to the hotel, knobbed her, took photos of her asleep in his bed on his mobile, and then took her home to Coventry in the morning, which is 20 miles down the road from this hotel. He is now sitting opposite me, with no hours sleep, a steaming hangover, and having to listen to some more team-building blabber. He does not look good. He is a legend though! The morning wizzes by and before long it is 3.00 and I am constantly thinking about Wycombe and what potentially is happening. I refresh my WAP page once every 30 seconds hoping an opening goal will come. I have to wait for 126 of those refreshes, but Kevin Betsy pops up with a well taken tap in from 8 yards. Jermaine Easter bags his tenth of the season with an instinctive finish as if he hasn't really been out for a whole month at all, and Wycombe win 2-0 against a poor Peterborough side. We finish the evening task, with yours truly presenting our work to the lecturers infront of everyone. I don't really mind it that much, as I have made friends with the majority of the audience infront of me. Another poorly devised evening meal, and another 7 pints in the bar, before a slightly earlier night of 2.30am.
Sunday I don't feel that bad actually. I reckon I can squeeze a swim and a sauna in before the morning lecture. I do so, and feel amazing. The sauna must sweat out all the shit that I have put inside me this weekend. Although I think I forgot how to swim and would have looked ridiculous had anyone seen me in my first aqua adventure in 3 years. Lectures are a drag this morning, especially as we are told that the International Visit abroad, that we were promised would be Dubai, has been downgraded to a coach trip to Germany. I don't think many people are particularly happy, especially the girl who is actually paying her fees, rather than being sponsored, like us bizzo prats. 1.30pm and it seems sad to be leaving everyone, even though most were strangers upto 6.00pm friday. oh well, I'm seeing them all again on Wednesday. Hayley has a small birthday bash, with Pizza, cake, Haribo and one more beer to round the weekend off. I meet her housemates, and we all get on really well. It sounds arrogant, but it's so great to be me at the minute.
Wednesday 18th October Quite a lot to catch up on...
Friday Drove to Oxford after work, went to Thirst and had cocktails. Fell asleep in the place. Classic Friday! Rio!!!!
Saturday The boys try and wake me up by kicking my bean bag pillow, I'm dead asleep though. Wake up and go to Ladbrokes. £1 on Watford to beat Arsenal. £1 on a very makeable accumulator. 17:00 Walsall 2-0 Wycombe Wrexham 1-2 MK Dons Trundle gets two goals Notts C 1-2 Bristol Rovers
Gotta be the worst day of football for ages, apart from Altrincham getting a late equaliser against the Oxford scum and I guess a Pompey Clean sheet for my fantasy team of Portsmouth defenders. Drive Egon to Beaconsfield and head home. Watch Lost Season 2 with my dad even though I'm a whole season ahead now.
Sunday Sleep in til 2.30pm. Get some abuse from parents saying that I am a lazy slob, but I think I deserve to sleep in at least one day a week to make up for the continuous 5 hours a night I keep forcing upon myself. My sister confirms that she is a total bitch at the dinner table, poking fun at my lack of girlfriend action. She doesn't seem to get why I am angry with her and continues to remark at how I wouldnt be compatible with different girls we know, since I am totally inept with girls. Chat to Jen on msn til late, and go to bed for yet another 5 hours sleep.
Monday Work. Nothing amazingly special to note, apart from the fact that I left my toothbrush in Oxford, so have been using my finger for the last couple of days. My teeth ache slightly. I can't afford to buy a toothbrush yet. I'm up in Oxford on Tuesday anyway!
Tuesday Davis Langdon 0-1 EC Harris Gutted! Absolutely gutted! I ran my socks off in midfield breaking play up and making a good 80%+ pass completion. Had a good couple of chances too, but the keeper was decent. I was quite impressed at the quality of some players and was glad that I wasn't the only one taking it seriously. However, a few misplaced passes my team-mates, and some kamikaze defending led me to voicing my opinions a little too loudly, and yet again my sporting alter-ego may have upset a few people. But hey, i can't help being competitive and hopefully my will to win impressed by boss.....and that he wasn't keeping tally of my use of the word 'cunt'. Rushed off to Oxford, breaking several speeding laws en-route. Arrived against all odds at Oxford at 7:30pm and Doyle jumped in the car ready for part 2 of the Spirti Di Punto Autobahn challenge. Wycombe 1-0 Swindon Ian Stonebridge scores apparently our goal of the season as Doyle and I are queuing at the turnstiles. The game is a stalemate as soon as we enter the ground. Sods law. At half time I had a Steak and Kidney pie, Chips and a Mars Bar Duo, but forgot the wooden fork, so burnt my fingers picking at the pastry. Wycombe are slightly the better team (as usual, Doyle!!) but I would have hoped Aaron Brown could have done better with his 90th minute header to force my first live penalty experience. Late night again!!
Wednesday My legs are fucking kill me. Turning into an old man!! University as per usual. Knackered as hell, but I manage to do both to and from journeys without a stop, so I can't be that tired. Sara Cox is a terrible DJ for the evening slot. She must make some people wish they were back at work!! Bought some MORE petrol, a Chicken and Noodle Soup and some bread. That's dinner, and that's where I sign off. x
Wednesday 11th October Uni Wednesday's! Breaks up the week a bit. Collect the first 3 of my apparent £500 spent on books. The law one is HUGE! I struggle to stay awake during lectures, and resort to slapping my face to keep awake whilst driving. England kick off early so I miss the whole game. What a blessing. 2-0 Croatia. We're not good enough anymore. We needed Big Sam before he took the bungs. He'd get the best out of a bunch of individuals.
Monday 9th October Another strange one.
Friday: Missed Wycombe vs Torquay due to being heaped with work. We win 2-0 anyway. We always seem to win when I'm not there. Buy £35 of alcohol and take it to Oxford for drinks before night out. Mario Party 4 gets a play, with drinking forfeits for losing. I get the broken controller but still manage to win the games star. Giles is the party star though. Friday night, student night, Pleasuredome. Wank as usual. Speak to Kat all the way home. She has a lovely northern accent. Leave venue early, but I don't have any keys. With kebab in hand, using my basic quantity surveying skills and childhood love for all things lego, I build a tower of garden furniture to get myself onto the roof and in through a window. One of the most dangerous things ever:
Saturday: Owww my head. Eurgh my tongue. Drink+Kebabs=YUK! in the morning. Inspect my tower in the garden. It really is scary how I managed that. Buy a sharp shirt from Oxford, get back for the England game. 0-0. Utter rubbish. Get excited for some reason and bounce about accidentally bashing my head against the top of a door frame. I have the biggest bump on my head. Crack out the petit pois to soften the blow. It still hurts. Quite lucky not to be in hospital for the second night running. Watch X-factor instead of Robin Hood, then Pulp Fiction. It's quite good, until they bring out the gimp. Creepy.
Sunday: Wake up: 12:30. My head hurts worse this morning than yesterday. I go play football in the park on my own, in an attempt to get fitter for Davis Langdon vs EC Harris next Tuesday. I run my little cotton socks off, and score quite a few tidy goals in the 5 a side goal. Roast Lamb dinner cooked by Stocker and Thistle. Tasty. I stay over, since I am too knackered to drive home. MK tomorrow morning.
Monday 2nd October Bit of a strange weekend.
Saturday:Travelled to Accrington Stanley hungover and minus contact lenses. In turn breaking two road laws probably. But it was fine. Turned up at the ground, strangley not bothered in the football really, after travelling 214 miles. Accrington 2 - 1 Wycombe. They had two shots, the ref was utter balls and we had all the possession. Serves us right for scoring late on vs Swindon on Tuesday i guess. Sleep the whole way back, so don't get to bed til 3am.
Sunday Tidy up house sicne mum and dad need picking up from airport at 1pm. House is a state. I clean, hoover and tidy in a Large blue Finch shirt, boxers, and hang the washing out wearing my smart work shoes. Some days I can't believe how fash I am. Pick them up. Its raining and thundering, like we're in the tropics. Plane is delayed cos the pilot is worried to land. Get home, and iron like a bitch for 2 hours straight, infront of msn of course. It's the i-generation init. Parceline are making it damn hard to get my mobile off them. Plan to head them off at the depot on Monday.
Monday: Fucking fatty! McDonalds for breakfast, Benji's Sandwich Van for elevenses, Sandwich for lunch, Cream Cakes for mid afternoon snack, Pasta when I get home, 6 cups of tea. Everyone in the office loves the PSP though. Text aforementioned girl, who I am now confident does not have a boyfriend, as she is going to the Xmas party on her own. She has agreed to let me buy her a drink. We'll see where it goes. Discover the Parceline depot in the midst of dirty Dunstable (it has a Luton postcode after all). Get the phone a week after it's due date. New number is: 07817467814. hit me up. Spend an hour entering numbers and taking pictures on a ridiculously good 3.2 meg camera. Cannot wait for Burnout + GTA to arrive tomorrow. Ahhh the life of work!
Thursday 28th September PAID!!!! at fucking last!! 1,500 sterling pounds of the Queen's realm. Lunchtime: hit H&M and bought a new hoodie, since Sugar has my shrunk-in-the-wash old one, and some slim fit grey trousers for work. I'm gonna have the fittest wardrobe! Was told by several partners at work that they love my attitude and think I am very intelligent! 1 month in, and I'm already head boy!! classic!
Tuesday 26th September Who's that heading into the goal, is it a mooney? is it a mooney? Get in!!!!! Haven't been so excited by a goal in years. I hope Jen enjoyed it, even if there was some rudeness flying about.
Sunday 24th September so this week has been busy.
extended my overdraft since I have no money.
have had a shitty cold most of the week.
drove to Birmingham on wednesday. student car park was full. parked at the perry barr greyhound race track instead!
met up with little spam and jjj.
went TGI fridays for michelle's birthday meal. so many nacho's! helium balloons are neat.
hit up wycombe town. the litten tree. cheese songs. me generally looking bored as i was driving. fucking polish guys wanting fights. jesus!(he wasn't there, just an exclamation!)
learning new stuff at work. have my "own" projects.
Monday 18th September pretty ace weekend.
Friday: Oxford night out with my uni pals
Saturday: Wycombe go top then Watford night out
Sunday: Football for 4 hours! Chat to Jen on msn for hours
I'm now pretty confident that the girl i like has a boyfriend. So back to square one there.
I am dead tired today. I reckon I'll be going for 10 hours sleep tonight.
Wednesday 13th September Armsrong Gunz 8-10 No Chance
the less said the better
Tuesday 12th September No fast cars, no fast ladies, but the day did go quickly
Did some more drawing registrations
Email flirted with a girl. Things are moving slowly
Made the best cup of tea yet
Got lunch from the Benji's truck with the horn from The Dukes of Hazards
More work
Drove home fast, so I guess fast cars were included today
Hereford 1-2 Wycombe. Jermaine Easter is a king.
Bed. 5 a side tomorrow. Get in.
Monday 11th September Back to work!
Up at 6.15, at my desk by 7.50! I can't wait til I pick my car up on Thursday. None of this dad driving me in early already!
The girl i like at work is ill and not in. :(
Supercede old revisions of building drawings. Do some filing and spend a lot of time emailing guys from the development scheme last week.
LUNCH - a cracking tuna fish and sweetcorn sandwich with crusty bread. go and fetch and doughnut.
shit it's hot. i thought it was almost winter!?
Get asked to drive my boss to pick his car up from the garage. I didn't have my car obviously so I was allowed to drive the Audi A3 Sport Company Car to Bletchley and back. Man that car flies. What a job!
Do some more superceding.
Dad picks me up. Notices my PSP that he didnt know I'd bought. He seems a little puzzled as to how I can afford it.
Hollyoaks is depressing right now. Take mum and dad to a restaurant for their wedding anniversary.
Tuck into fish fingers, jacket potato and corn on the cob
Pick mum and dad up, goto bed very tired and one day closer to independence.
Sunday 10th September
Woke up, played PSP, Everybody's Golf to be specific
Sat on myspace and did a quiz on football stadiums and read about people who went to see Brand New last night. Jess lost her wallet being naughty and is wanted by the police.
West Ham 1-1 Aston Villa. Mascherano doesnt play. Tevez off the bench?!
Listened to the Format
Chat with Ben Doyle. He watched the game at the pub. Villa were unlucky apparently.
Do a spot of work in preparation for an interview I will have concerning the past week I spent in Birmingham.
Organise to spend a weekend in Manchester with Daniel. The Watford girls ought to be satisfied with that.
Go to bed feeling a little lonely. I miss my friends and I wouldn't mind a little girl attention.
Saturday 9th September
Bought a car. 1.2 active 5 dr Fiat Punto. My life starts now.
Missed the Wycombe match due to the time it took to find the right car. Listened on the radio. 1-0 win. We only need 10 men. Up to 3rd. Watford got very unlucky at Bolton. 96th min pen after dominating.
Match of the Day starts late. Last of the Summer Proms. Biggest pile of wank ever. Irritates me so much. Pompous middle class people singing and being over-'british'. There's a fitty in the crowd. What a waste
My degree is apparently in the Oxford Mail newspaper. Lee Hagger (degree). Classic. Watch some adult entertainment.
Go to bed with my PSP.
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