There is no football on Saturday. But honestly the way the team plays sometimes it is difficult to say there is football when we are actually playing.
To misappropriate Mr Spock: It's not football as we know or understand it.
To that end Saturday will see a training session. A kickabout in which we maintain the rhythm of running around and overrunning the ball.
It has snowed today so it might be a bit chilly. Should be an ideal opportunity to stay tucked up in bed or cosy up on the sofa with my breakfast and Star Trek DVDs.
But if people are prepared to stand and wait to look at a load of pictures, it seems more logical to get up and run around in the cold.
Friday, 26 November 2010
Suffering For Art
A long time ago I went to Giverney with a then girlfriend and toured the house of Claude Monet.
I bought some postcards of plants and bits of water and went completely mad.
"Because of my paparazzi status, I got into the museum with my camera without having to pay.
So you could say I got my Monet for nothing and my clicks for free. Yes Paul is in dire straits .....
That made the trip for me. It was probably the kiss of death for the relationship.
Ho hum. I went to the Monet exhibition at the Grand Palais and felt duty bound to remember the lines. Still remember the girlfriend. Difficult to forget really since we had once bought a house together.
But looking back on it I don't think she ever swore to love me till the end of eternity.
Probably didn't have a chance to vow allegiance because I was too busy seeking corny lines for postcards.
I did not get any postcards from the exhibition today as there were queues.
There was a queue to get in and there were hoards of people looking at the pictures.
It was a sumptuous display.
Almost as good as a certain post card caption.
I bought some postcards of plants and bits of water and went completely mad.
"Because of my paparazzi status, I got into the museum with my camera without having to pay.
So you could say I got my Monet for nothing and my clicks for free. Yes Paul is in dire straits .....
That made the trip for me. It was probably the kiss of death for the relationship.
Ho hum. I went to the Monet exhibition at the Grand Palais and felt duty bound to remember the lines. Still remember the girlfriend. Difficult to forget really since we had once bought a house together.
But looking back on it I don't think she ever swore to love me till the end of eternity.
Probably didn't have a chance to vow allegiance because I was too busy seeking corny lines for postcards.
I did not get any postcards from the exhibition today as there were queues.
There was a queue to get in and there were hoards of people looking at the pictures.
It was a sumptuous display.
Almost as good as a certain post card caption.
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