Would of been awake by 5 in the morning if making the long trip up to the land of geordie, but as i could not afford this i woke up around 10 ish in the morning and decided the pain of missing football was too much to take soberly, had a few bevvies but then decided i would sleep a bit more as i knew i had a long day ahead. I woke once again and around quarter to three and gave someone a quick ring about the day ahead, he had managed to make his way up there and sounded like he had taken advantage of the cheap geordie beer. during the time when i would be heavily fixated on the ball been kicked around in front of me, i instead became heavily fixated on soccer saturday, which i have not done for well over a year and a half now. seeing the score line of Newcastle 1-0 Watford appear on my television scream made me use profanitys not appreciated by my grandfather, when we came back to 1-1 i shouted and woke my rather annoyed grandmother with a celebration and a "take that you geordie cnuts" this really didn;t go well at all and i soon found myself apologises repeatedly for my "disgusting mouth". my phone rang with some one else telling me about my trip down to coulsdon and what trains to take as we went 2-1 down but i luckily didnt swear and abuse the non respondent television this time. this will be continued as i gather confirmation of what happened on what turned out to be a rather un sober night toodle pip gents!
