Had a disastrous journey back from London on Saturday night. I won't regurgitate all the details, but having got to the station at 12 with Wise we ended up almost being stranded up there because of delayed trains/trains leaving ahead of schedule/the two of us getting on different trains. It was a real gut wrenching moment being told by the one of the train attendants at the station that it 'would be very difficult to get back to Uxbridge now'. Luckily severe delays on the Hammersmith and City line meant we could get to Hammersmith and get a taxi back from there. I just don't understand why they can't run later trains just for Friday and Saturday nights.
I hadn't been to London for a while, but my god there are some eccentrics up there. On the train back there was a deaf man dressed as a lady, with a bright green dress and pink floral hat. Not only this but he started to swing from the bars that you hold onto with his arse swinging in shocked peoples faces. People started to take photo's and video's, whooping and clapping his every daft movement. It was wierd. Really weird.
Other than that i went to the tennis club on Monday to watch Nails play in the 6th team match. It was nice watching someone with the classic action and technique, which coulnd't be said for many of the other players on show. I had tried to give Nails a warm up the day before but i was hampered by a chronic bout of golfers elbow. Its probably the worst i've had it and we had to stop our game prematurely after only 20 mins. Even the robocop style strap didn't help!
Lastly i have found the dream job. QPR are advertsing for a Press and Publications officer which entails writing for the official website, writing for the quaterly magazine and undertaking maketing duties, promoting the brand etc. This fits in quite nicely with my qualifications and experience so i'm very excited. This would be major bent.
Monday, 30 June 2008
Friday, 27 June 2008
That friday feeling
Friday's are simply a right off in the working world. People are tired, restless and busy planning the night/weekend ahead. There's been quite a lot of larking around in the office today. It was a guy called Chris' birthday and the ususal, expected thing is for the birthday boy/girl to bring in cakes for everyone. Well Chris, being a stubborn, miserble git decided to break this trend and bring in nothing, no battenburg or trifle in sight. So me and a few others cut out some pictures of cakes, put them on a plate with a message reading 'thanks for the card, help yourselves to the cakes. Chris'
Our team ended up losing the tennis. Luckily Ben pulled out so i played with James, which i was happy about. Somehow, and i still don't know how, we lost all 4 sets. (6-4/6-4/7-5/7-5). We both played reasonably well, playing tennis the way it should be played and yet had nothing to show for it. Aside from the 1st match which i had no qualms about, the others were lost to guys who were about a hundred, with horrible styles and techniques and yet in the most unorthodox of ways won and beat us. One particular moment triggered a lot of noise from the crowd huddled under the varander and summoned up the night. The ball popped up to me at the net, i lashed it at the player opposite me who had already turned his back and given up on the point only to see the ball ping of the frame of his racket that was hanging down by his side and plop over the net. wanker.
Thats all for now
Our team ended up losing the tennis. Luckily Ben pulled out so i played with James, which i was happy about. Somehow, and i still don't know how, we lost all 4 sets. (6-4/6-4/7-5/7-5). We both played reasonably well, playing tennis the way it should be played and yet had nothing to show for it. Aside from the 1st match which i had no qualms about, the others were lost to guys who were about a hundred, with horrible styles and techniques and yet in the most unorthodox of ways won and beat us. One particular moment triggered a lot of noise from the crowd huddled under the varander and summoned up the night. The ball popped up to me at the net, i lashed it at the player opposite me who had already turned his back and given up on the point only to see the ball ping of the frame of his racket that was hanging down by his side and plop over the net. wanker.
Thats all for now
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Blogging it up
Well it's been a good few months since my last post. I'm dissapointed in myself in that i didn't keep it going very regularly, after a promising start in my blogging career. I have a bit more freedom now that my marketing course has finished, so i hope to write more frequently.
Yesterday i went to Wimbledon. It was nice to break up the working week and get some fresh air, as JGA is renowned for its dungeon like atmosphere. Luckily we had court one tickets, so we scooted past the poor sods in the queue that had camped out on the pavement in the off chance of getting a show court ticket. It was odd but very funny how some people paid £2 to get on the bus, to realise that the bus was for ticket holders, having to get off where the queue started, which must have only been a 20 yard trip.
We saw some good matches. Ivanovic won 10-8 in the last, in what was possibly the longest women's match i've seen, saving two match points along the way. She's smoking hot too, so its good she's still in the tournament, otherwise we'd have to resort to staring at Mauresmo's scabby, hairy legs for our kicks. The other matches saw Bhagdatis and Ferrer go through with relative ease, so there were no major upsets on our court.
I'm playing tennis myself tonight in a match against the other Lowlands team. My game is frustrating me at the moment. I seem to hit the ball really well in practice, but can't replicate it during the match. I think nerves have something to do with it, which is a shame. I'm hoping our captain won't pair me and Ben together. We don't play well together at all and the last match saw us effing and blinding, feeling sorry for ourselves. The bad blood from last season seems to have subsided with the mixing around of players this year, which is probably the reason why a shapla dinner awaits us afterwards.
Yesterday i went to Wimbledon. It was nice to break up the working week and get some fresh air, as JGA is renowned for its dungeon like atmosphere. Luckily we had court one tickets, so we scooted past the poor sods in the queue that had camped out on the pavement in the off chance of getting a show court ticket. It was odd but very funny how some people paid £2 to get on the bus, to realise that the bus was for ticket holders, having to get off where the queue started, which must have only been a 20 yard trip.
We saw some good matches. Ivanovic won 10-8 in the last, in what was possibly the longest women's match i've seen, saving two match points along the way. She's smoking hot too, so its good she's still in the tournament, otherwise we'd have to resort to staring at Mauresmo's scabby, hairy legs for our kicks. The other matches saw Bhagdatis and Ferrer go through with relative ease, so there were no major upsets on our court.
I'm playing tennis myself tonight in a match against the other Lowlands team. My game is frustrating me at the moment. I seem to hit the ball really well in practice, but can't replicate it during the match. I think nerves have something to do with it, which is a shame. I'm hoping our captain won't pair me and Ben together. We don't play well together at all and the last match saw us effing and blinding, feeling sorry for ourselves. The bad blood from last season seems to have subsided with the mixing around of players this year, which is probably the reason why a shapla dinner awaits us afterwards.
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