Distinctly Average

I saw the Mittenmobile earlier. The 26-year old man who bought it has completely destroyed it by putting a dirty-looking orange bodykit and an obese exhaust on it, which makes it look like the car was shat out of the arsehole of Michael Carroll. I do miss my car. The practicalities of it, the escape I could have to drive around the wonderful town of Bedford in it, to digest my thoughts and think about things. Even the sight of it sitting on the driveway, before an oversized bird relieves itself on it's shiny windscreen.. It was a love story... In fairness, I was expecting it to have blown up by now, but unfortunately, it hasn't.

On to more important matters, and this weekend, despite the mixture of work and cricket, it has actually been distinctly. After the disappointment of Thursday night, I went to play golf with Master Beddoe on Friday, playing adequately. The highlights of which were snorting my own divot on the 9th tee and playing in the dark which is nearly impossible. As soon as the ball leaves the 10 foot diameter of your personal bubble, it is out of sight. Guessing where it landed is like searching for invisible grenades, without the punishment. After finding our way to the clubhouse, which was lit up, I decided that we were going to go to Nandos. Beddoe had no choice in this matter, and after persuading Kettle to have a 2nd dinner, we convened at the popular restaurant in town and worked our way through ridiculous amounts of chicken, as we talked about innuendos and the lark, while watching people walk past, just starting their Friday nights out on Bedford town. Clearly, after the impracticalities of Thursday, it was safe to say me and Beddoe couldn't really stomach anymore alcohol, despite Colin's best efforts to persuade us.

I was in a good place that night. Eating very good food, looking forward to the "promotion decider" the following day, without having to worry about going to work at night or waking up at ridiculous o'clock was a good feeling. For once, I got a good night's kip in preperation for a big game. It didn't really live up to the hype of an even, top of the table clash as we chewed them up and spat them out, winning by 150 runs. Something strange happened in that match though.. After opening the batting, and hitting a good 49, (especially after my form of late), I walked back to the changing rooms, content with my performance when all of a sudden, I felt very feint. It was weird. I had to sit down for a while, choosing the floor as the most appropriate place, as all the benches were filled with kit and the like. It didn't last very long, but was certainly a strange sensation. We amassed a very good 256, with the now usual century from the Run Machine, before bowling them out for 100 odd. Of course, I got my customary slip catch, straight down my throat. Lovely.

Saturday night was not as good as Friday night. I wasn't going out, and the only thing I had to look forward to was what was surely going to be a very long shift at the "berp", whilst everyone else fought hard on the cricket pitch. What happened however, was a fairly nifty shift, where myself and Tic-Tak mucked about a lot, making stupid comments, and generally making the time pass quickly. Elsewhere, Bedford CC were being completely destroyed by what sounded like a nasty, stupidly-behaved team. I think, if I had to endure that, then go to work at night, I would be much less happy than I am now!

So in short, as I sit here, doing nothing in particular, I am a perfectly content Mitten. Strangely enough, my thoughts on going to University are exactly the same as they were in January. I haven't really thought about it much at all, despite leaving on the 24th September. Suppose now would be a good time to start.