Saturday, I spent the morning running around the town like a tit in a trance. I had to buy a new bag for football, I’m growing my hair so I had to buy a hat to conceal it, I had to buy new laces for my football boots and then I had to run about a mile to catch my train to football training.
As I got out of Perivale station it fucking pissed down. I got to Perivale Park only to find that there was only me and Daryl (our captain) there, we waited in the pouring rain for about 30 minutes until I got fed up and decided to go home.
Training had been cancelled but nobody had the decency to let me know, and considering I’m the only one that has to travel right across London you’d think I would at least get a phone call or an email!
I wanted to meet up with Reiss for a quick pint before he went off to Ireland but I thought better of it as I thought I had football training. This is the third time in three weeks that the club have fucked me about with cancelling training and not contacting me until afterwards!
I’ve got a good mind to tell them to shove their fucking club up their arse! But the fact is I’ve spent a lot of time trying to fit in and the prospect of having to do that with another club is not something I am relishing.
I ended up going home and trying to sort out my computer. I am now having to use AOL again on dial-up until PlusNet send me a new broadband modem, God knows how much that will set me back!
My brother is supposed to be coming down on Sunday to lend me one of his spare phones as I broke mine. He is a lazy fat cunt so I am not going to hold my breath that he will make the ten minute bus ride that will drop him right outside my house!
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