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Sep. 30th, 2006 10:17 pmThis morning's post brought a mobile phone bill for £41.93 - all those votes for Aisleyne to win BB7 and for Kate on Love Island 2 *sigh*
In the bar before the Hawks v Team Bath FA Cup tie this afternoon, Steve told me tomorrow's Ladies' game is off as now Winchester claim they can't raise a team! "Will we play a league game before Christmas?" I asked.
Despite having a few players out injured, Hawks started the match well and took the lead just after the half-hour, only for Team Bath to equalise soon after.
At half-time, as I was moving towards the tea hut Lisa stopped me for a chat. She confirmed tomorrow's game was off; we bemoaned the fact that Winchester too will just get a £20 fine, and agreed again that we should be awarded the match - "if that happened, we'd soon be champions without kicking a ball!" She reminded me that the girls are in FA Women's Cup action next Sunday, away to the winners of Chichester v Staines, and said she hoped I'd be able to make it.
That put me in a quandary - I was obviously keen to do Kirsty Day next Sunday, especially with having been unable to go last year, it's always a fantastic occasion, but it's going to be a quite expensive day out. A women's footie game at Chichester would be much easier on my poor bank account, and even a game at Staines would run out cheaper than a trip to London plus a pub meal and six hours' worth of drinks. By then I'll have been starved of meaningful women's football for a month, and now Lisa's keen for me to be at the match.
The fact that my dearest friend in the Kirsty fan community won't be going to Soho Square (she's confessed she no longer cares about the reunions) might just tip the scales in favour of the ladies' footie. That doesn't mean I've lost interest in Kirsty Day - if I do skip it this year, NOTHING will keep me away in '07 - more that I'm inclined to choose the cheaper of two options as a step, however small, towards clearing this damn overdraft.
I arrived at the front of the tea hut queue and asked for a bacon roll, only for the lady to tell me they only did drinks in that hut now! For food, I'd have to go over to the other tea hut in the far corner. So I wended my way over there. There were no signs on either hut advertising this change, and nothing announced on the PA either. With the chat to Lisa and having to queue twice, the second half kicked off as I was ordering my bacon roll. Then when I did get it, the bacon was overcooked to the point of being rather crisp.
A Team Bath defender brought down Mo Harkin from behind in the area, and Rocky Baptiste gave Hawks the lead from the penalty. A few minutes after, Brett Poate fired in a bullet header from a Rocky cross to wrap it up. As I waved goodbye to Lisa at the end, she again said "See you next Sunday, hopefully"...
Back home, my mother told me she'd met Rebecca's mum at the village fayre, who'd said Rebecca was wandering around looking for me. Ah well, if I had gone to the fayre instead of the match, it's highly unlikely she would have fallen in love with me on the spot and left her husband :)
Off with my Hawks top and on with my suit, as we were back on the mayoral trail with 'Not The Last Night Of The Proms' at St Mary's church. My mother was expecting a terribly highbrow Proms-esque show, but it was anything but. We had a few tunes from the Gosport Silver Band, a couple of easy-listening medleys from a junior school choir, a guy singing 'All I Ask Of You' and 'La Donna E Mobile', one piano solo, and a 16-year-old girl giving a beautiful rendition of 'Somewhere' - all linked by a compere telling after-dinner story jokes. Unfortunately the Barbershop quartet had had to pull out.
At the interval, Father Ted, sitting next to us, produced a picnic basket, poured my mother and me a glass of red wine, and offered us sausage rolls and crisps. For the climax - Rule Britannia and Land Of Hope And Glory - lots of people got out little plastic Union Jacks and St George flags. The lady in front of us had a couple spare, so she lent my mother and me one each. There were also a couple of Scotland flags in the audience, and when I turned round I was faced by a host of Welsh flags! The whole of Gosport's Welsh community must have been there :)
When we got home, my father told me the England women's team had qualified for the 2007 World Cup in China, drawing 1-1 in France :D The first thing he said as I came in the door was "I suppose you'll be off to China next year!" In my dreams...
In the bar before the Hawks v Team Bath FA Cup tie this afternoon, Steve told me tomorrow's Ladies' game is off as now Winchester claim they can't raise a team! "Will we play a league game before Christmas?" I asked.
Despite having a few players out injured, Hawks started the match well and took the lead just after the half-hour, only for Team Bath to equalise soon after.
At half-time, as I was moving towards the tea hut Lisa stopped me for a chat. She confirmed tomorrow's game was off; we bemoaned the fact that Winchester too will just get a £20 fine, and agreed again that we should be awarded the match - "if that happened, we'd soon be champions without kicking a ball!" She reminded me that the girls are in FA Women's Cup action next Sunday, away to the winners of Chichester v Staines, and said she hoped I'd be able to make it.
That put me in a quandary - I was obviously keen to do Kirsty Day next Sunday, especially with having been unable to go last year, it's always a fantastic occasion, but it's going to be a quite expensive day out. A women's footie game at Chichester would be much easier on my poor bank account, and even a game at Staines would run out cheaper than a trip to London plus a pub meal and six hours' worth of drinks. By then I'll have been starved of meaningful women's football for a month, and now Lisa's keen for me to be at the match.
The fact that my dearest friend in the Kirsty fan community won't be going to Soho Square (she's confessed she no longer cares about the reunions) might just tip the scales in favour of the ladies' footie. That doesn't mean I've lost interest in Kirsty Day - if I do skip it this year, NOTHING will keep me away in '07 - more that I'm inclined to choose the cheaper of two options as a step, however small, towards clearing this damn overdraft.
I arrived at the front of the tea hut queue and asked for a bacon roll, only for the lady to tell me they only did drinks in that hut now! For food, I'd have to go over to the other tea hut in the far corner. So I wended my way over there. There were no signs on either hut advertising this change, and nothing announced on the PA either. With the chat to Lisa and having to queue twice, the second half kicked off as I was ordering my bacon roll. Then when I did get it, the bacon was overcooked to the point of being rather crisp.
A Team Bath defender brought down Mo Harkin from behind in the area, and Rocky Baptiste gave Hawks the lead from the penalty. A few minutes after, Brett Poate fired in a bullet header from a Rocky cross to wrap it up. As I waved goodbye to Lisa at the end, she again said "See you next Sunday, hopefully"...
Back home, my mother told me she'd met Rebecca's mum at the village fayre, who'd said Rebecca was wandering around looking for me. Ah well, if I had gone to the fayre instead of the match, it's highly unlikely she would have fallen in love with me on the spot and left her husband :)
Off with my Hawks top and on with my suit, as we were back on the mayoral trail with 'Not The Last Night Of The Proms' at St Mary's church. My mother was expecting a terribly highbrow Proms-esque show, but it was anything but. We had a few tunes from the Gosport Silver Band, a couple of easy-listening medleys from a junior school choir, a guy singing 'All I Ask Of You' and 'La Donna E Mobile', one piano solo, and a 16-year-old girl giving a beautiful rendition of 'Somewhere' - all linked by a compere telling after-dinner story jokes. Unfortunately the Barbershop quartet had had to pull out.
At the interval, Father Ted, sitting next to us, produced a picnic basket, poured my mother and me a glass of red wine, and offered us sausage rolls and crisps. For the climax - Rule Britannia and Land Of Hope And Glory - lots of people got out little plastic Union Jacks and St George flags. The lady in front of us had a couple spare, so she lent my mother and me one each. There were also a couple of Scotland flags in the audience, and when I turned round I was faced by a host of Welsh flags! The whole of Gosport's Welsh community must have been there :)
When we got home, my father told me the England women's team had qualified for the 2007 World Cup in China, drawing 1-1 in France :D The first thing he said as I came in the door was "I suppose you'll be off to China next year!" In my dreams...
