We
spent long hours today walking around the countryside and/or sitting inside a
place that sold alcoholic refreshments. Firstly, it amazes me how much
everything is still waterlogged despite the weather of the past few days. I guess
three days of warm sunshine isn’t going to clear up a couple of months of snow
and heavy rainfall, but what do I know? I’m a chemistry-student-turned-filling-station-manager,
not a barometer.
We
made the poor decision to stop for tea at a gastropub without checking whether
they would be showing a football match or not. Knowing nothing about the FA
Cup, we hadn’t realised that a big match was kicking off at 5.15pm and would be
on seven different screens around the area we were eating. It became quite fun
in the end, despite my lack of love for soccer. I do enjoy seeing Big City folk
suffer, and there was a couple of knuckle-dragging supporters of a team I believe
are called “Spurs” for some reason. These guys had abandoned their families to come
out and down a lot of lager and yell abuse at anyone who might happen to look
like they might dare to support a team from Manchester. When “Spurs” scored
first they leapt about like barefooted ballerinas in a field full of drawing
pins, making noises that are normally only heard during films starring Gerard Butler.
I did find it amusing to smile ninety minutes later as their faces sank into
the froth on their strong drinks while their team laboured on the pitch like sleep-deprived
soldiers from the trenches.
There
may be thunder and lightning overnight. I am awash with excitement. I may sit
up all night armed with a camera and a prepared sense of wonderment.
To
pass the time until then I feel a movie coming on……
RC 21-4-18
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