Quiet Please, Mr. Watkins
Yesterday I went to watch Leeds United with deano4england (from WACCOE), AKA Danny Holmes. For some reason, his dad had decided he didn’t want to watch Leeds that day, so allowed me to borrow his £700+ season ticket. There’s just no commitment from these so called “fans” :o)
While the game finished 0-0, it was enjoyable, although I did leave the ground feeling rather stressed, mainly thanks to the Leeds strikers who couldn’t hit a barn door.
To add to my already high stress levels, once back in Bath, Watkins and Simon came to my flat for a spot of GoldenEye. I had recently purchased adaptors allowing me to use Nintendo 64 control pads on the PC, therefore allowing us to play multiplayer ROMs.
As well as GoldenEye, we also played Super Bomberman 2. That took me back. It’s been a long time since I have seen Mr. Watkins, a grown man, wail like a banshee.
Bomberman did become rather intense, and both Simon and I also lost our cool. Simon swearing like the mad football hooligan he is, while I rolled around on the floor as if I was having an epileptic fit, spraying salvia and Grolsh over my fellow gamers.
The greatest stress is yet to come. Tomorrow is Christmas Day, supposedly, the happiest day of the year. Whoever came to that conclusion must also have developed the urban myth that school days are the best of your life.
While the game finished 0-0, it was enjoyable, although I did leave the ground feeling rather stressed, mainly thanks to the Leeds strikers who couldn’t hit a barn door.
To add to my already high stress levels, once back in Bath, Watkins and Simon came to my flat for a spot of GoldenEye. I had recently purchased adaptors allowing me to use Nintendo 64 control pads on the PC, therefore allowing us to play multiplayer ROMs.
As well as GoldenEye, we also played Super Bomberman 2. That took me back. It’s been a long time since I have seen Mr. Watkins, a grown man, wail like a banshee.
Bomberman did become rather intense, and both Simon and I also lost our cool. Simon swearing like the mad football hooligan he is, while I rolled around on the floor as if I was having an epileptic fit, spraying salvia and Grolsh over my fellow gamers.
The greatest stress is yet to come. Tomorrow is Christmas Day, supposedly, the happiest day of the year. Whoever came to that conclusion must also have developed the urban myth that school days are the best of your life.
posted by Sean at 9:30 PM
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