The plan was to stop writing guff this year and concentrate on getting on with the many works in progress that are sat gathering dust in the corners of my mind. And so, what am I doing now? Writing guff. Blog posts, match reviews, season reviews, poems, putting together FRCs, pre writing pieces for when we are away, and rewriting song lyrics. Basically, anything but the actual works in progress, and I can’t see it getting any better before I get back from the States, and probably at least the week after that if the 49ers carry on with their winning streak and make it to the Superbowl.
I did make a quick list of (semi-serious) resolutions
1. Win the lottery (Not working so far)
2. Swear more (A difficult target, but going well so far)
3. Write more – but specifically on novels in progress rather than random guff (this is already going badly)
4. Be more tolerant (Was going well, but then I came back to work, so going out the window – see resolution 2)
5. Walk more (I did mishear that I would get a trophy over the holiday period for the amount of time on the sofa, turns out they said atrophy!)
6. Talk less (Another difficult target, and going badly as doing training involves having to speak)
7. Eat less (We’ll see, still wading through the Christmas excess chocolate and cheese and have two weeks in the States coming up, so January will be a write off)
8. Retire (depends on 1 and 9 in the list)
9. Did I mention win the lottery? (Needed for number 8)
10. Make less lists (as you can see, this isn’t going great)
No mention of pets in there, but Sniffles did make me laugh the other evening. He was up on the sofa and half draped on Helen as he has a habit of doing and he was there licking his paw. So, Helen asked him “what’s happening with your paw”, and he just jumped up off her lap, down from the sofa to the floor and across to the door waiting to be let out. All exactly as a child would when asked a question they didn’t want to answer. “What paw? Nothing to see here, I just need to go out now.”
I mentioned the 49ers, and we have reached the playoffs, despite being on the so called third string quarterback. But Brock Purdy has been outstanding since he came in. So much so I did another of my song rewrites, this time turning Joan Jett & The Blackhearts’ “I Love Rock ‘n’ Roll” into “We Love Brock Purdy”. Roll on the playoffs this weekend.
I saw him standin’ there on the niner’s side-line
Not doing very much until week 13
Then he was called upon
Playin’ with great aplomb
And we could tell it wouldn’t be long
Til he was throwing a TD
And we could tell it wouldn’t be long
Til we would be cheerin’ and singin’
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
Ow!
He smiles, tossing bombs whilst standin’ proud
To Kittle, Samuel, Aiyuk, Jennings and McCloud
Or handing off to Kuszczyk and McCaffrey
We carried on movin’ on, winning the division on song
Carried on movin’ on, keep winnin’ and we’re singin’
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
Ow!
Leads us down the field getting us to the endzone
Next, another victory, he was slingin’, winnin’
And we are playoff bound and he’s becoming renowned
With us all singin’
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
We love Brock Purdy
Throw another dime to George Kittle, baby
We love Brock Purdy
Lead the team to the Superbowl will he
I got a regular e-mail from English Heritage today. I was scan reading it and one of the sections looked to me as if it said “How the Roman’s got fat”, which interested me, so I clicked on the link only to be disappointed when it was actually an article headed “How the Roman’s got fit”.
I don’t know how it panned out in the above article, but if they had an equivalent of TK Maxx back in the day, then I suppose it could have been done by nipping in for ‘a quick look’ and then coming out two hours later with a bag you can see from space. At least we have decent cold weather jackets now.
Roll on the holiday.