31st May 2006 - 22:39 BST
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How is it that every time I shop at Sainsbury’s there seems to be a problem with one of the customers queuing in front of me?
In the past I have had teenagers arguing with store managers about buying crates of Stella, customers who’s credit cards have expired and get into discussions on how to pay, dozens of apples dropped all over floor by customers not using bags… the list goes on.
Today I had a pair of French students in the queue trying to buy DVDRs. Nothing wrong with this I know – unless they’re going to put copies of Norton Antivirus on the discs and use the software to infect peoples PCs. What the students did though was tear open a 10 pack of DVDRs and removed 2 which they then tried to purchase!
What’s their problem? Sainsbury’s isn’t a free for all jumble sale where you can pick and choose what you want to purchase. If it were I would go and buy multipacks of Hula Hoops and just pay for those lovely brown, beef flavour packets (surely everybody’s favourite).
Mr. Goater, (Daninthemix tells me you’re still a regular reader here), do you still work in Sainsbury’s? Are these weirdo customers normal? Of course, for the sake of your job, your answer will remain private between you, myself and the Google Mail administrators.
30th May 2006 - 22:52 BST
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I watched the England game this evening, good performance from the lads, well in the second half anyway. Something still puzzles me about the England team though. How does Owen Hargreaves get picked? He is a pointless entity. He must have some dirt on Sven, it is the only explanation.
The man's not even fully English. He's a bit Canadian, partly Welsh, has a bit of German thrown in and probably only qualifies for England because his grandma's second cousin twice removed married an English man.
Here is a list of pointless things that Owen Hargreaves is more useless than…
1) A condom machine in a Vatican
2) A careers advisor in a hospice
3) A one legged man in an arse kicking competition
4) A chocolate teapot
5) An ejector seat on a helicopter
6) A glass cricket bat
7) An anorexic in a doughnut eating contest
8) A see through mirror
9) An ashtray on a motorbike
10) George Bush on Mastermind
29th May 2006 - 22:47 BST
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The faulty PC story continues. I think the only way to get rid of Norton is to do a complete reinstall of Windows, a little drastic I know but it’s the only solution.
I tried doing a reinstall this evening, after wasting hours of my Bank Holiday Monday afternoon. I installed the floppy disk drive, cutting my thumb on some sharp metal in the process (there is now blood on the PC case), downloaded the SATA drivers required to run before installing Windows, tried to copy the drivers onto a floppy disk only to find out the FDD was dead.
At that point I was on the verge of throwing the PC out the window. It was time to call it a day; I have not admitted defeat though. Instead of spending hours and hours of my evenings after work this week on it, I have decided to pay a friend who builds/repairs PCs for a living to do it for me. This way I can piss about with PCs at work, while he pisses about fixing mine in his line of work. Everybody’s happy.
Now back onto the evil anti-virus software…
The best way to describe Norton Antivirus is like somebody at a house party who refuses to leave when it’s all over. What’s more, when asked to go, does a big turd on the rug, vomits on your sofa and rapes your dog.
In my job I am often asked what the best line of defence against computer viruses is. When my first answer of “Keep the computer turned off” is not appreciated I then suggest Norton. Not anymore. It’s McAfee all the way now. So Dr. Norton or whatever you’re called, go fuck yourself. I hope Microsoft's up and coming antivirus software kills you off.
29th May 2006 - 15:57 BST
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Three things you should never work with. Children, animals and computers, I work with the latter and although today’s problem isn’t anything to do with my job it is still very annoying.
My Norton antivirus definitions are due to run out next week, therefore exposing my computer to all kinds of nasty stuff – viruses, trojans, worms and Al Qaeda terrorists (probably).
I uninstalled Norton Antivirus 2003 (don’t even ask WHY I am still using it) and now every time I right click over a file I get a damn error message involving an Explorer.exe Application Error.
I’ve done everything Symantec have suggested on there website - removal tools, clearing registry and does it work? Does it bollocks!
Luckily I have created Ghost backups (do a Google search if you don’t know what these are). The annoying thing is all these backups contain Norton! Aaaarrrrgggghhhh!
You've made a powerful enemy today my friend!
At this stage I have uninstalled Norton, reinstalled Norton, bitch slapped Norton and somehow been given another 12 months of virus definitions free of charge. I don’t know if I should be grateful for this or take it as a nasty joke from Mr. Norton who is laughing at me from his ivory tower.
I'm not wasting anymore time with it today. You may have won this round Norton, but I'll be back.
28th May 2006 - 17:52 BST
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Like many people on Bank Holiday weekends I went to a Garden Centre this afternoon. Not to buy spades, plants and horse shit to spray on the garden, I bought a fish tank for my bedroom.
I have been thinking of getting an aquarium for some time, I find watching fish swimming around meaninglessly in a tank relaxing. It’s also a little bit like watching Big Brother, only with more intelligent life forms.
I bought one of these starter packs which comes with a light, pump and everything else you need to keep your fish healthy. I also bought some fishy toys - fake coral, plastic weeds and all the usual stuff. It’s like buying for a new born baby.
The woman who served me was very helpful and was issuing me with all instructions on the DOs and DON’Ts on fish keeping.
DO feed your fish
DO replace the dirty water every week
DON’T pour Carling into the tank
DON’T take your fish our of the water
It’s a lot to remember, I was also told that if the fish is lying flat on the surface of the water it does not want you to rub its belly like a dog, it is probably dead and will need to be flushed.
As I currently have no fish in the tank I drew one in. It looks like an ol TV set.
I actually haven’t got any fish in the tank yet. I was told to wait two weeks for the chlorine to be taken out of the tap water and for the friendly bacteria to build up. I wonder if this “friendly bacteria” is anything like the stuff health experts keep saying we should all be getting more of. I could tip a bottle of that Actimel Yoghurt Drink into the water send see if that helps… maybe not.
While I was in the fish shop I overheard a conversation between a customer and shop assistant. The customer was explaining how he was moving house on Monday, had a massive tank with expensive fish at home. The tank was too heavy to move filled with water and what should he do?
To the customers dismay the shop assistant explained that if these fish were placed straight into tap water they would be killed. Due to the size of the aquarium it was recommended that the tank be left for TWO MONTHS before placing fishes inside. Ouch!
Just get a dog, cat or even adopt a child. Easier to look after than damn fish.
More on this in two weeks time when I go and choose which fish shall enter my aquarium, or as some may call it Tank of Death.
28th May 2006 - 10:05 BST
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Hazzah! I won the lottery last night. After over two years of playing and winning absolutely fuck all, I am now finally with the elite.
I’m going to be keeping my feet firmly on the ground. I think I will stay in my job and best of all folks, I will be keeping Sparkster.net up and running - you can untie the rope from the loft hatch now, life is still worth living.
I haven’t made any plans on what to do the money yet. Part of me wants to spend it on things for my own enjoyment. Part of me wants to invest it. Mind you, there’s only so much interest that can be made from a tenner!
27th May 2006 - 18:54 BST
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I was persuaded by one of my MSN Buddies to enter the Channel 4 Fantasy Football thingy for The World Cup.
Basically, you choose a team of 11 players from a list of every squad competing in The World Cup. You are then awarded points based upon games won, goals scored and goal assists made by your players in real life games. Points are also taken away for games lost and goals conceded (I think).
You can pick whatever players you want, from whatever teams. The only rule is that you may only select 2 players from any one team (e.g. you may only choose 2 Brazilians, 2 Englishmen or 2 Trinidad & Tobago superstars). You then enter a league with every other participant and win prizes based upon how well you do.
You can make substitutions in between matches. So if Ronaldinho trips over his teeth and breaks his leg the night before playing England you are allowed to take him out of your own personal team. Also if David James gets chosen to go in goal you would be wise to remove every England player from your team – remember you get points taken away if your players’ team loses.
Here’s my team…
27th May 2006 - 14:13 BST
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Sometimes I wish I could go into the Big Brother house. Not as a contestant, I respect myself too much for that, besides which I don’t think I could mentally take the madness.
No, I would like to go in and introduce some sense into the house. For the last few days we have had morons moaning about bottled water, missing suitcases, makeup remover and how the rules are unfair. They mope around the house crying and threatening to walk if their demands are not met.
If I was in the house and some wet blanket started crying to me about wanting to leave, instead of giving sympathy like the other housemates have done, I would pack their bags, open the door and kick them up the stairs.
I can’t be doing with these whinge bags who just moan and moan about fuck all, especially when there are so many real problems in the world. You don’t like tap water Nikki? Go and drink what they have to put up with in Ethiopian. Bitch.
Then we had Dawn, cheating cow communicating with the outside world. When being told by BB what she had done wrong, instead of sitting down and listening like a good little girl, she hid from the camera and spouted “shut up” repeatedly. No Dawn, you shut up you fat slag! You broke the rules, the whole world isn’t out to get you and “bring you down”, accept it, now leave through the backdoor and never appear on television again.
That Richard is coming across as one of the most despicable humans beings you could possible meet. His treatment of Shabaz was horrible, his sly comments are malicious. The man behaves like a bitching school girl and dresses like somebody from The Village People. Really hope he gets a round of boos when he gets evicted. A round of boos and then falls down the stairs.
All these housemates are worrying how the evil media will portray them. I know the papers can be cruel but anything nasty written about this current lot is fully deserved. They’re all a bunch of annoying twats. Annoying twats I will continue to watch every night at 9 on Channel 4.
27th May 2006 - 00:13 BST
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This evening I watched the final episodes of Lost Season 2 (warning: spoilers below). It now seems that the series is following the typical tradition used in the X-Files mythology of “asking more questions than giving answers” in key episodes.
Locke has got over his Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and stopped pressing that damn button. In doing so the whole world appeared to end but then turned out OK thanks to some Scottish guy who put a key in a mystery box.
Jack & co. got kidnapped by the evil Others who may now not be as evil as first thought. Michael got reunited with his freak kid Walt who he has been chasing all season, we don’t know why he was taken in he first place (Michael Jackson isn’t on the island). Some new guys in another hatch in the North/South Pole are in trouble and the ugly smack-head Charlie has managed to cop off with the hot Aussie bird. All very unrealistic, especially that last bit involving Charlie and the honey from down under.
I would not be at all surprised if the Lost’s creators have no clue in how the show will pan out. Like X-Files I am sure it’ll drag on for many seasons and then EVERYTHING will be explained in a double length finale. We’ll know everything but still be left feeling a little cheated and confused.
Anyway, roll on Season 3 and if you’re one of these people watching on Channel 4 and has just started Season 2, sorry mate, I did give you a spoiler warning, not a lot happens anyway.
26th May 2006 - 17:47 BST
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Oh Lord why do you mock me? I got back from work this afternoon to find this on the doorstep…
It’s a match programme from the Play Off Final on Sunday (the one I don’t like to talk about). Last week I was advised to buy one off the internet in case they sold out. They didn’t sell out and as I also bought one on the day I now have TWO mementos of that terrible game.
To rub salt into the wounds after P&P this programme cost me £8. Any Watford fan who wants it, send me an e-mail along with an offer and it’s yours – let the bidding start at £50.00.
The programme does not include any ticket stubs, Golden Kit Kat Passes into the Big Brother House or player signatures. I can however provide a personal summary of the game free of charge. This will involve me crapping into a jiffy bag and sending it onto you (NOTE: this will incur an additional P&P charge).
25th May 2006 - 18:01 BST
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I have been watching Big Brother, even though I haven’t made a blog entry since the start of the series. This mainly being because the housemates trapped in the giant goldfish bowl haven’t done much!
Last night’s episode was a little distressing. Over the past few days the housemates have all been grouping together against Shabaz, a Scottish Gay Muslim and extremely annoying man, who may I add hasn't worked for 21 years and has been living off tax payers money. I hope the DSS didn't pay him for his time in the house.
Anyway, as with every series of Big Brother there is teasing, bitching and fights, but the behaviour from the housemates in last nights episode was nothing short of cruelty. They locked him in the garden where they then ridiculed and taunted him from behind closed doors. It is no surprise that a devastated Shabaz left soon afterwards, driven out of the show by thoughtless morons.
Now I admit, Shabaz hasn’t been a saint. In fact he has been a Grade ‘A’ Wanker who had treated most of the housemates like shit, but it was still very unnerving to watch a human being being put through such torment in front of millions of viewers.
I occasionally vote for who I want to win the series or get evicted. After last night they’re all as bad as each other in my eyes and all deserve to lose. I am not funding their prize money by ringing the premium rate hotline to take part in the voting process.
24th May 2006 - 22:43 BST
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I got my Xbox 360 back yesterday. Not bad really considering I only rung up to report it faulty last Wednesday, that’s a 6 day turnaround. A big thumbs up to Mr. Bill Gates for that one!
My only criticism about the service is that had I not been able to leave the unit somewhere to be collected I would have had to of taken many days off work as the couriers (UPS) were unable to specify a day for collection and delivery.
Secondly Microsoft could only accept my faulty console with the HDD, which we had already established over the telephone in not being faulty. Because of the new HDD, all my game saves are now lost.
I had got very far on GTA: San Andreas and I don’t know if I have the patience to play through the whole thing again to reach the stage where I was before, which is a shame as it’s a brilliant game.
I had a go at Fifa 06 this afternoon too, well it’s The World Cup next month and I haven’t played it since February. I played 3 games and lost all 3. Either everyone else on Xbox Live has been playing it constantly for the past 5 months and become Fifa Masters or I have become shit. It was embarrassing, like watching Leeds against Watford all over again.
Lastly, somebody at work was winding me up all day yesterday about the Play Off result. Most annoyingly they’re not even a football fan. That is the worst kind of wind-up merchant as you can’t even explain why Leeds lost (they won’t understand) or mock them when their team does shit.
“3 nil, 3 nil, 3 nil…” they sung throughout Tuesday afternoon. This morning however I discovered that karma does exist. The “work bully” went to some keep fit class on Tuesday night where they found out, to their horror that they had put on 3 pounds in weight. Cue the inevitable song from me “3 pounds, 3 pounds, 3 pounds…”
22nd May 2006 - 11:00 BST
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I took the day off work today, booked it off ages ago. Very glad I did as I was tired this morning, I blame the terrible journey home, although my trip was surely a lot easier than the one made by all the northern Leeds fans.
Anyway, even though Leeds lost it was a great day out and I have uploaded a photo gallery of the outing.
21st May 2006 - 22:53 BST
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I’m back from the game. A nightmare journey home, it took over 2 hours just to get out of Cardiff city alone. I pity the poor Leeds fans who must still be travelling up north. What is it with traffic jams? You seem to get stuck for hours for no apparent reason (no road works, accidents, road merges, etc) and then they suddenly clear?
I’m sure you all know the result of the game, don’t really want to talk about it much. Not because I’m upset but because I want to move on and look forward to the future, always look on the bright side of life (or however the song goes).
All I will say is that I thought every player apart from Shaun Derry were piss poor today. If they can’t get themselves up for the biggest game in football there must be something wrong with them. Well done to Dezza though and thank YOU for trying.
Besides the result and journey home it was a fun day out. I met many Leeds fans and we had a laugh, great atmosphere. The Millennium Stadium is a wonderful place and I am so glad I was able to go, its Wembley next season though which should be even better.
Finally for tonight I am going to predict here and now that Leeds United will finish as League Champions next season and go up automatically. Here’s why… Reading, Sheffield United and Watford were brilliant this season. They’re gone. Preston & Palace were very good. From the sounds of things they’re going to lose their managers and possibly some of their best players. The relegated clubs from Premiership don’t worry me, they rarely bounce straight back. That leave one favourite – LEEDS UNITED. We’ll wait and see…
Marching on together
Congratulations Watford
I’ll post photos from the game on here tomorrow
21st May 2006 - 09:23 BST
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It’s Cup Final Day
Within the next hour I will be leaving, travelling along the M4 from Bath to Cardiff where I will go to The Millennium Stadium for The Coca Cola Championship Play Off Final 2006.
I thought I was nervous last night but this morning my heart is going at ten to the dozen. Maybe I won’t make it. Maybe I’ll have a heart attack while on route and have to listen to Radio 5 Live while lying on an operating table with surgeons battling to save my life!
When I next blog I will either be jubilant or depressed. If Leeds lose and I haven’t blogged for days I am probably dead having jumped off The Severn Bridge. If Leeds win and I haven't blogged for days I am probably dead haven fallen from The Severn Bridge after wild celebrations. That bridge has it in for me.
MARCHING ON TOGETHER,
WE’RE GONNA SEE YOU WIN,
NA NA NA NA NA NA
WE ARE SO PROUD,
WE SHOUT IT OUT LOUD,
WE LOVE YOU LEEDS – LEEDS – LEEDS
20th May 2006 - 23:36 BST
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It’s late in the evening. In 12 hours time I will be in the car travelling to The Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. This time tomorrow I will be home and know whether Leeds United will be in The Premier League or in the Championship next season. Will it be Chelsea or Colchester? Liverpool or Luton? Newcastle or Norwich?
I’ve been excited all day and the tension is getting worse. I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep tonight! If the stress continues to grow, I’ll be shitting like a new born baby come the morning.
I’m so excited, this is one of the biggest, if not the biggest moments in my time supporting Leeds and I can’t wait! C’mon The Whites!
20th May 2006 - 13:33 BST
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A funny joke I heard yesterday...
A South African gold miner loses his leg in a mining accident and is sat in hospital talking to his mate.
"Well that's me fucked, who on earth's going to want a one legged gold digger?"
His mate replies "Well, you could try Paul McCartney"
20th May 2006 - 00:20 BST
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This evening I went to The Riverside pub in Saltford (just outside of Bath) for a colleague’s birthday.
As we were eating out I chose Hunters Chicken, basically chicken, bacon and a cheesy BBQ sauce – a dish which The Globe Inn, just down the road from The Riverside makes beautifully. While it was tasty, it wasn’t as good as The Globe’s recipe.
After food had been consumed some black guy started putting up big speakers, getting out records and setting up a sound system. I thought he was going to be the DJ for the evening, playing the whole back catalogue of the NOW THAT’S WHAT I CALL MUSIC series, something I have heard before and didn’t really want to hear again tonight.
I was wrong. The man was actually a proper entertainer and spent the whole evening signing some favourite classics. He was very talented and was well worth staying in the pub drinking Fosters until 11.30pm for.
The singer, who I believe is known as Ravel, opened the set with an excellent rendition of Wonderful World by the late, great Louis Armstrong (for the uneducated, this song is the theme tune for the BBC1 TV series A Life of Grime). Some more of his performances which I thought were very good included Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline and Monkees- I'm a Believer.
Towards the end of the evening, some bloke who had obviously had one too many Bacardi Breezers started staggering around the room begging women to dance with him. When they turned him down he started begging the men. Needless to say nobody wanted to dance with a pissed, bald, sweaty twat. He didn’t take the hint and returned to the same people every time Ravel started a new song. Luckily before too long The Riverside Security got wind of this twat’s behaviour and took him out the back for a good kicking (or maybe just asked him nicely to leave).
This evening marked the start of a three day weekend for me. I have booked Monday off work to follow the Play Off Final on Sunday. Monday I will either be jubilant or deeply depressed and lying in bed all day with the lights off. It all depends upon the result.
18th May 2006 - 19:15 BST
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Big Brother is back. I don’t know which series they’re up to now, is it the 78th? It certainly feels like that.
The show is like a one legged woman hopping down the high street. You know that you shouldn’t watch but you can’t help but take a look.
I must admit I have watched every series, even though I haven’t always made it to the end. Normally I find that by the final week any character with a shred of decency and entertainment has been kicked out so that some high pitched, annoying, gay hair dresser can win.
This grassman in the BB house will probably have more personality than most of the contestants
I don’t know who will be surrendering their dignity and entering the house tonight, however I do hear that some of the tabloid papers have leaked details of the contestants, although not being a masochist I avoid The Sun and News of the World.
You can almost predict which fools will enter the house tonight though…
They’ll be a gay (more than likely the homosexuals will out number the heterosexuals). The gay will boast that he is the biggest bitch anybody has ever seen. He will say that he doesn’t give a fuck what people say to or think of him. This contestant is normally brought to a blubbering wreck when the macho housemate he secretly fancies ignores him and cops off with the fit blonde.
They’ll be a transsexual. They’ll say that they may have been born a man but always knew they were really a woman. They will say that only their family and closest friends know their secret and that nobody else has realised they used to be of the opposite sex, even though they will have a 2 foot jaw, massive Adams apple and a voice like Frank Bruno.
There’s always some fit, tall blonde. She’ll promise to get her tits out but when inside the house will remain more covered up than a Nun in a straightjacket. One night she’ll get steaming drunk after consuming two glasses of wine, strip off in the rain and stick a banana in every hole available. She’ll then regret the whole thing in the morning (and for the rest of her life).
There’s always a 55 year old accountant who only really went on the show so that he could “learn about the youth of today” and “teach Britain’s future a thing or two about class and decency”. He’ll end up going to bed at 7pm and weeping in the Diary Room.
Other predictable guesses for housemates include…
- An asylum seeker
- A university lecturer who hates asylum seekers
- A lager lout who promises (in his own words) to “bone all da birds” and make the house wild.
- A gay hairdresser
- A gay dancer
- A bisexual admin assistant
- Another gay
- Somebody who hates gays and wants them all shot (probably secretly likes cock).
We’ll wait and see, I bet most of my guesses are correct!
17th May 2006 - 23:07 BST
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A message to Arsenal fans everywhere. “So sorry you didn’t win tonight, well played guys and thank you for an enjoyable match.” :o(
It was a shame that the whole game appeared to be marred by the sending off of goalkeeper Jens Lehmann. However I seriously hope that the Arsenal fans, who are normally gracious in defeat, do not focus on this incident and let it overshadow the cup final.
I am sure even the most loyal Gooner would admit that Jens did wrong. What was the referee to do with only a second to make a decision? Send him off or award a goal? I think either decision would have been justified. Let us not forget the Chelsea fans last season who moaned to buggery when the OPPOSITE decision was made in The Champions League game against Liverpool (the goal was awarded and Chelsea kept 11 men). If Arsenal are to blame anybody they should blame Jens Lehmann for making a schoolboy error, although bear in mind he’s been a good player for them.
Thierry Henry was kicked about by Barca players who should have been booked but on the other side of the coin Emmanuel Eboue blatantly dived to award Arsenal a free kick which lead to their goal. Swings and roundabouts. I challenge any Gooner to honestly tell me that they would not feel aggrieved had Barca scored in the same manner.
It was a big shame an English team was unable to win The Champions League this year and I know that I like Barcelona but as I blogged earlier this evening I was rooting for Arsenal.
Overall a good game of football but I think Barca had a slight edge. I have watched both Arsenal and Barca in domestic and European games this season. Both of whom have had some impressive mathces. Barca however have a special spark Arsenal are lacking at the moment. Hopefully Arsenal can find their own magic soon.
Sorry Gooners, best of luck next year – glad you got 4th spot!
Oh and well done to Barca, you were impressive this evening (clap, clap, clap).
17th May 2006 - 19:39 BST
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I called Microsoft this evening to tell them that the Xbox 360 they sold me is now nothing more than a white box which makes noises and has a retractable coffee mug (originally a disc drive).
After remaining on hold for over 20 minutes (I knew it was this long as was able to watch a whole episode of Neighbours while waiting) my call was answered by a Yank. Obviously the minimum wage in the United States is lower than in the United Kingdom and Mr. Gates didn’t make his billions by giving out wads of cash and freebies to his employees, hence the support desk being based in America.
I may as well have been ringing an Indian call centre. The Yank didn’t understand the place names I gave her or even the structure of a British address (we don’t have states or Zip Codes!).
Anyway, my 360 will be picked up by UPS in anytime up to 5 working days and returned anytime up to 15 days. Now like most people am I am at work during working days so how the fuck am I able to get my sodding device collected? Luckily I am leaving it with the secretaries at my dads work but really it’s isn’t a good service. I suppose Microsoft have my money now though so in Mr. Gates eyes I am just an annoyance.
I did take out insurance on my 360 from Argos. Now, if I was to get a can of Carling and empty the contents onto the machine I could get a new one within days under the “Accidental Damage” policy, so why when there is a manufacturing fault do we all have to piss about like twats in getting it sorted?
<rant over>
Finally it’s The Champions League final this evening between Arsenal and Barcelona. In Europe, Barca are normally my favoured team however I have a lot of respect for The Gunners.
Really, I wouldn’t mind who wins as long as it is a cracking game of football, if I did have to have a preference towards who picks up the trophy I would have to choose The Arsenal so good luck to Henry & co.
16th May 2006 - 22:39 BST
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My ticket has arrived for Cardiff! I was a little worried I wouldn’t get one and would have to watch the game at home on Sky, but Leeds United didn’t let me down.
I’m in Row 25, it’s very far back so I may need to bring my binoculars, at least I’m there though. The atmosphere will be electric and when Leeds win the Play Offs and lift the trophy it’ll be one of the best experiences of my life… assuming Watford don’t fuck things up for me and selfishly win!
I can’t wait!
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