I'mmmmmmm BACK!

Yeah baby yeah. Have had some trouble getting into blogger but I'm in now. The darts season has begun so be sure from now on for weekly updates on the progress of the old man's East Enders, including the form of yours truly. By the by the first two weeks have seen a 6-5 win and 6-5 loss so it's all square. Though clearly Mad Max have continued their cheating ways. Finally forced to move from div 3 to div 2 the arseholes who have for long lingered a grade to low are not even playing and instead they've recruited A graders who are a div too low. The 'captain' of Mad Max the cheatiest bitch on earth who I took great pleasure in floggin last time I met her in the graded doubles in 07 and before that when playing for the Park Fuck Ups er Rangers, did not even play! Who ever heard of a non-playing captain? Ridiculous! What the hell is the point of that? Anywho we performed admirably in the face of a tonnage of tons and are just getting started. I plan to make the number 1 singles slot a 'house of pain' for all and sundry, and have already gotten a good start on making the stacked number 1 triples a house of pain, dragging bloody martin and ralph across the line by the scruff of their necks in the process. They'll warm up though too so it's sure to be a good season. Carn the East Enders!

The job front oscillates betwixt nothing and nada the most promising job of all things being a sustainability officer for the MG council, rare to see an ad in The Border Watch for a person with a BSc. (or equivalent). After the council fill this postion they will also create a position junior to the sustainability officer so chance for two bites of the cherry. Getting a foot in the door of environmental science would be most valuable.

As for footy well I think I shall hang the boots up on my illustrious 0 game career with the Pies as I only signed up because I believed, incorrectly it seems, that Kalangas were short of numbers. It appears they are not. And when every Tuesday and Thursday Banjo looks up at me with his "Baldy's taken me out. Smacko Lady's taken me out. YOUR turn My One True Master!" orange eyes the temptation to skieve off training and go jogging or cycling with the mutt in the pines is too great. It also means beer in the hand by 5 instead of 8! Makes a difference.

Well that's the blog for this Tuesday, 5 May, 2009. Cheerio!

PG Out.