.....and I don't mean the game kicks off at twelve either, this was the nugget of information that made my eyebrows merge with my hair line, on Tuesday night when I was told that's what time I should be at the pub for, now I hold my hands up to the fact I am a pathetic all day drinker, if I started drinking at twelve, I'd probably be in the emergency room by 8pm so I've declined this offer to 'get started nice and early'
Well, it's 12:10 and here I am, blogging, between trying to find something to iron for an afternoon/evening of football and drinkies.
As you can see already, the whole "Body is a temple" shit, has taken a back seat today, whilst the red half of Manchester are in town, and like many many football fans round the country I loathe Man Yoo with a passion, it's certainly not jealousy, but even the mere thought of the away end today being full of people that pulled on their fresh-out-of-the-packet Man Ure shirt, before making the short trip from their homes in and around town to Vicarage Road makes me feel quite sick!
What am I expecting today? Well, not much and I think this is always a good approach to take when the chips are stacked against you, all I can tell you is that by around about 7pm I'll probably be quite hideously drunk, I hope the three points stay in town, but after what happened when Fulham went to Man Who? last week, I suspect 'drunk' is all I'll be getting today, rather then the 3 points we desperately need.
I've not been out in a while, a combination of pure laziness, engagement parties, on call and several of the lads not being bothered to get a pass, so I'm really looking forward to catching up with all of them.
Just going back to the whole "Body is a temple" thing for a moment, I went to the gym Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday this week and for the latter 3 days of that week I was in complete agony after working muscles that obviously haven't moved since I last bothered to pick up weights, but I'm pleased with my level of commitment and not once did I sit there at five to five in the afternoon and consider knocking it on the head. I'll have to work even harder next week I think, I had eleven 'social pints' during last weeks working hours, plus god knows how many will go down my gullet along with nasty 'shots' of various spirits during the course of today, I suspect I'll negate all the work I put in this week, just gone.
I'll try not to dwell on that too much, after all, I could step off the curb and get flattened next week!
As Wayne Campbell would say, Party on!