I Could Do With a Mayfair

If there was a God, why did he create the thing commonly known as, "a difficult day"? Or, if you want to let off some steam, "A f***ing brutal day!" If God was such a magnificent man, why did he create Rottweilers, Manchester City Football Club, petrol and most importantly, whinging bloody footballers! What sort of an off day was God having when he created some imbesiles? Seriously.

Come to say that, my day hasn't been that bad. Last night was awful. I was in an incredibly bad mood. I mean, levels of bad that are unprecedented in months that include warmth and sunshine. I was awake at 4am, discussing with fellow insomniacs whether or not I needed a break from refereeing, given my lack of enthusiasm in recent weeks. I really wasn't looking forward to today's game. Waking up was a serious struggle, and the wait for the 90 minutes to be over was as evident as it has been for the last 5-6 games. Constantly looking at your watch, and seeing that only a minute has passed since the last time you looked at it. It's no way to go. Before the match, I had a horrible feeling it was going to be a slobber knocker, but it really wasn't. It was a crap match, with the only disruption being nearly knocked out by the smell of cannabis from the sidelines and the dog that ran on and burst a match ball. Otherwise, just the 1 stupid yellow, and I was driving home listening to Yates. I can't say I enjoyed it too much though. Unfortunately.

Upon arrival back at the Mitten residence, I was invited round to Master Beddoe's for the Manchester Derby that was played in London, but had to leave at half-time due to a cosy, enjoyable and stomach-filling Mixed Grill at the Harvester. Turns out I missed a cracking challenge from Paul Scholes. Literally. Good on City though, even if you do have a manager who can't speak English and a striker as stroppy as a kid who doesn't get his daily dose of ice cream.. Still, I'm not so bothered these days. I forgot to mention the purhcase of petrol, that cost me 40 of the Great British Pounds I don't have.

MONEY-GRABBING, NON-CARING, SCANDALOUS BASTARDS!

Sorry about that. Seemed to lose control of my typing hands for a second.

An attempt to go out tonight duly failed as I figured I should really be heading home to sleep, given I'm up and about again at 9 for our 2nd match in 3 days. Given I walked in at 1am, and it's now 3am, of course, it just hasn't happened. It almost goes without saying. Has anyone got either a Mayfair or Marlborough Road from that McDonalds monopoly game? It's only a little sticker, but I'd pay good money! £500k for a Mayfair.. That'll do.

Once more, I will struggle to wake up and once more I will be non-enthusiastic about playing football in the morning. I do hope however, I get a late call-up for the cricket, as the start of the season is only 2 weeks away! 2 weeks! And, of course, there's the pub quiz. Has to be done. Would be rude not to!

Have a good Sunday people. I trust that you will. (Swanny, if you don't get a ton later, I won't be a happy Mitten!)