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Feb. 8th, 2009 04:05 pmTo Fort Blockhouse this afternoon for Hawks Ladies v Slough. Was explaining to Becky before the game how I've been down this week about the apparent collapse of my holiday, and confessed to her that I'd been losing the will to carry on. Becky was quite nice about it, but at that point a bloke I didn't remember seeing before, who was hanging around in the dugout - I think he was a relative of one of our players - butted in and told me that I was able to walk and talk and had a job, so that was enough.
He started on about there being plenty of people who are worse off than me. I have never liked people like that at the best of times, and certainly the mood I'm in today I was never going to just let that go. I argued, in between his repetitive sentences, that I needed something to look forward to, or something to keep me going, something other than just work and spending my evenings staring out of the window. Almost all of his contributions started with "I can take you to places and show you people...", basically referring to various disabilities. When I plainly told him he wasn't helping, his reply was "I can't help, I'm not a miracle worker" - he said that three times, always in that exact form. So to offer someone any help, you have to be a 'miracle worker'?? If ever any more proof were needed that the 'think of those worse off' brigade are moronic dickheads, there you have it. In the end, when he was repeating himself for about the fifth time and I replied "So because of that [the fact that there are people worse off], I should be happy to settle for just staring out of the window?" he suddenly went to "Don't get stressy with me!" You asked for it, sunshine. Then, for the second time, he pointed and said "Look, there's the Millennium Tower!" and now actually added out loud "Change the subject."
Becky pointed out that the landmark he was pointing to was in fact the Spinnaker Tower. I love you, Becky.
Hawks won 4-0, and my favourites Jenna F and Jodie scored one each. The ref was an officious sort who singled Sam out for swearing, told Liz off because he thought she'd said "sorry" to him instead of the girl she brought down and threatened to book her, and when Becky yelled from the sideline "Ref, have you got a yellow shirt on?" he told her that if she wasn't quiet, she'd be sent out of the site. Trev told everyone in and around the dugout to calm down; I asked him "Can refs eject spectators?" and he irritably replied "Yes."
About halfway through the second half the MOD police came over to have a word with the guy I'd been arguing with because they'd seen cans of beer in his car. After his chat with them he was incensed that they'd threatened to nick him if he drove, and pointed out indignantly to anyone who'd listen that it was his daughter, not he, who drove the car. Given how angry he was getting now about a common sense safety procedure, all the guff he'd been rebuking me with before the game seems downright sanctimonious. A hypocrite as well as a dickhead - no surprise there.
Bus home in the rain.
He started on about there being plenty of people who are worse off than me. I have never liked people like that at the best of times, and certainly the mood I'm in today I was never going to just let that go. I argued, in between his repetitive sentences, that I needed something to look forward to, or something to keep me going, something other than just work and spending my evenings staring out of the window. Almost all of his contributions started with "I can take you to places and show you people...", basically referring to various disabilities. When I plainly told him he wasn't helping, his reply was "I can't help, I'm not a miracle worker" - he said that three times, always in that exact form. So to offer someone any help, you have to be a 'miracle worker'?? If ever any more proof were needed that the 'think of those worse off' brigade are moronic dickheads, there you have it. In the end, when he was repeating himself for about the fifth time and I replied "So because of that [the fact that there are people worse off], I should be happy to settle for just staring out of the window?" he suddenly went to "Don't get stressy with me!" You asked for it, sunshine. Then, for the second time, he pointed and said "Look, there's the Millennium Tower!" and now actually added out loud "Change the subject."
Becky pointed out that the landmark he was pointing to was in fact the Spinnaker Tower. I love you, Becky.
Hawks won 4-0, and my favourites Jenna F and Jodie scored one each. The ref was an officious sort who singled Sam out for swearing, told Liz off because he thought she'd said "sorry" to him instead of the girl she brought down and threatened to book her, and when Becky yelled from the sideline "Ref, have you got a yellow shirt on?" he told her that if she wasn't quiet, she'd be sent out of the site. Trev told everyone in and around the dugout to calm down; I asked him "Can refs eject spectators?" and he irritably replied "Yes."
About halfway through the second half the MOD police came over to have a word with the guy I'd been arguing with because they'd seen cans of beer in his car. After his chat with them he was incensed that they'd threatened to nick him if he drove, and pointed out indignantly to anyone who'd listen that it was his daughter, not he, who drove the car. Given how angry he was getting now about a common sense safety procedure, all the guff he'd been rebuking me with before the game seems downright sanctimonious. A hypocrite as well as a dickhead - no surprise there.
Bus home in the rain.
