Monday 11 March 2013

Shilly-Shally

Isn't it quite funny that the Catholic Church has invested 23 million Euros in what is essentially a gay sauna? The series of events surrounding the institution really is quite staggering...

I sent an e-mail yesterday. It's about as interesting as it got for me on what was very much a day of recovery after helping young Elmo discover the world of clubbing on Saturday night with doubles, amaretto and a drop of aftershock. He seemed to cope with it with astounding ease, so it bodes well for the lad! Anyway, yes, the e-mail. I have sent a lot of them recently, to people I have fallen out with in the past and drifted away from. But this e-mail was an important one. It was to the person who helped me discover me, and I will always be grateful to him for what he did. Unfortunately, our friendship ended, and although that will remain the same, I'm pleased I let him know my thoughts.

With old friendships passing, new friendships are blossoming from birth. Some friends drift away, but new ones approach over the horizon. It's quite incredible how much this frightens me, but also fills me with positive energy. I know now I am very much a "shilly shallier" but the mixture of emotions I am feeling right now is quite simply, crazy. It's very difficult to control for someone of my disposition.

Anyway. OH YES! I have news! I am going to complete the set when it comes to football. I've played for... many years. Officiated for 7 years. Been a supporter since conception, but from September, I shall be a manager! On Friday evening, I was approached completely out of the blue from my former club at youth level, Bedford Park Rangers, who are looking for someone to help the current manager and his Under 13 side. With coaching badges all paid for, it was an opportunity I didn't want to turn down. Quite frankly, I'm going to be the next Mourinho!

Otherwise, it's been fairly plain sailing despite an absolute stinker of a Monday afternoon. But these happen. The next few weeks might be interesting... It just depends if I can stop the nerves getting to me... And the apprehension... And that... Is all I am saying...

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