Sparta Park

Monday, 11th August

Forgive me blogfather, for I have sinned. It has been four days since my last blogfession, and now I am playing catch up. Which is tricky at my age, when you can’t remember what you had for breakfast. Oh, that would be nothing, which, considering I never eat breakfast, is a pretty stupid thing to forget. I managed to lose the ultrasound room at King Ed’s this morning. Which isn’t as stupid as it sounds, the bastards moved it. When I finally got in there, I gave the ultrasound gel bottle a good shake, and jizzed gel all over myself.

I spent a fabulously productive hour and a half at work, then went to meet Damien and Troy, to do a bit of brainstorming for the new football team. Owing to some crass behavior of the founder members, the boys have left Dynamo Square, and are starting a new team. After some suggestions ranging from the crude, to the downright laughable, we settled on Sparta Park. Or Σπαρτα Παρκ. Within a few further minutes we even had a logo, the name in Greek, with a Spartan helmet. You’d pay Saatchi millions for that kind of service. Troy had been working on Manny for kit, and post match drink, sponsorship for Dynamo Square. Hopefully, this can now be migrated over to Sparta Park. The boys had already designed the strip, and Sparta Park is to be the first team in the league to have a fully co-ordinated kit.

Troy even went out to train.



Tuesday, The Glorious Twelfth of August

Troy has spent the day adding Manny’s logo to the kit, and putting together a proposal to show him. I went to Sainsbury’s, to get doings for tandoori lamb chops. No, damn, rack of lamb, not chops. I wouldn’t eat chops, they’re common. I also had a load of money to put through the Coinstar, mostly from a defunked Charity goblet, that I had offered to cash up for Cancer Research. There was a queue, I suppose that is a measure of how bad the recession has got, even adults are breaking into their piggy banks. Or possibly their children’s. But a little kid, in a Chelsea shirt, put 17p in the goblet, while I was waiting. I bought dried pigs ears. We went out to see Manny, and left the dogs trying to make silk purses.

Manny has agreed to the sponsorship deal. Quite readily in fact, maybe we should have asked for more.

Troy and Damien went out to train again. Crumbs!



Wednesday, 13th August

Troy has spent the day organizing the kit, and I have spent the day working through a slow trickle of MRI scans. I went out with Splodge tonight, who I haven’t seen in, maybe, five years. Even though she’s still only twenty one, she’s not changed much, and we spent most of the evening, gossiping, and telling stories about evil Auntie Kym, who her father used to date.

Third night on the trot, for Troy out training.



Thursday, 14th August

Troy has finally taken a night off. I made hot and sour soup, I am a great believer in the restorative properties of well made soup. We watched Cloverfield. If I don’t find a film that I enjoy soon, I may well throw in the towel. The film was very Blair Witch, hand-held, faux real… shit. Thank goodness I have the blog to get done. However, I was amused to see Brooklyn Bridge (not the love child of Chelsea player Wayne, and David Beckham, but the iconic New York landmark) feature in yet another movie. After I am Legend, Escape From New York, War of the Worlds – which was originally set in Woking – and any number of Stephen King novels.

In any event, it is a low rent imitation of Albert Bridge.