ghost ship

I was a little worried that the lack of personnel at work this week would be sad times, but in actual fact I think I might prefer it.

This goes back quite a way actually. To my school days. I used to love it if I had reason to stalk the corridors during lesson time when there was no-one about. Or if there was event in the evening and I had to go through an area of the school where the people weren't.

So yeah.

On another tack, I realise my blogroll has gone a bit nuts lately. I'm working on my own version that will be based on latest posts and not whether or not someone nudged the server that the blog is on, but the version I've got to so far takes frickin' ages to load. So it won't be coming any time really soon.

Foop-ball tonite and tomorrow. There's gonna be a whole lotta aching going on Sunday.

I think it's aboot time I wrapped this little puppy up. Sorted.

overandout.

the past goes unnoticed..

I have previously 'harped on' about the usefulness, or perhaps interest is more accurate, of blogging as a means of looking back on myself in years to come, but I was just thinking about how much I actually miss out.

Like my parents moving out of the house which they lived in for most of my teens and all of my early twenties. (See picture yo).

Or the fact that Anwar and Han are having a baby.

Or a mulitude (host?) of other minutiae and bigutiae that clutters up my life but somehow not my blog.

If anything that's kind of fun. Big stuff I would probably remember anyway, but would I necessarily remember an evening of procrastination (there's so many).

Anyway.

my illustrious foop-ball career

This one's for you Ant.

c. Primary School age
Very dedicated foop-baller. Sadly no skill to speak of whatsoever. I went to training on Saturdays and school training. I even went on foop-ball courses at Center Parcs when we went for a holiday.

Highlights of what I like to call the 's***' era include playing one game for my school team. As a substitute defender brought on in the second half. I think they basically felt that a kid shouldn't come to pretty much every training session and never get a game. Nice Mr Cheetham.

The teen years
Gave up on 'playing for teams' or 'training'. Having said that, the presence of indoor nets at youth group and both Saturday and Sunday sports at Boundaries meant that I actually played quite a lot. Around 17 or 18 we started playing kickarounds on Sunday afternoons and I think it was around this time that I wasn't quite as bad as I thought I might have been. True blue.

The growed up phase (to present)
Since returning to the NAG I've been playing fairly regularly on Friday evenings. I also spent half a year playing Wednesday nites too. This is 6 or 7 a side foop-ball you must understand. Which is very different than real foop-ball. For a start I play in trainers. Which are very forgiving. Unlike foop-ball boots which if you get it wrong in you perform 'a slice'. You also cannot 'get away' with toe punts in foop-ball boots. True.

In this era I have made forays back into playing for teams. Starting with a team at GWS. This was a defence position again, but I was not a sub. I also played for my staff team last week in the midfield position. I now have the nickname 'two-goals' Toby. Although I can't see this continuing. We do have some more games lined up.

I'm also hoping to play on another team once a month. Watch this space for more info.


So there.

Bingo Bango

There is a tide in the affairs of men. It is a riptide.

I feel like I'm running out of steam with this blogging lark. 3 years is a long time to be doing anything. Or at least in my life it is. I had to do a few years of that school business. But they made me.

After that I did:

- church youth worker
- office manager/database programmer
- temp/project assistant
- reprographics technician

currently averaging 2 years per position and haven't spent more than 3 years in any one position. I am a restless soul you see.

As I have stated before it would probably serve better to find a decent subject and start writing about that. But I am a jack of all trades. Not in the good way. I know a little about a lot of different things. I'm quick to pick things up but reluctant to devote too much time to any of them.

I do sometimes stop to think about what I could have achieved had I put the nose to the grindstone a little. But then I'm not that kind of guy. I'm not career minded I suppose. Or driven for that matter. I have a hard time chasing my dreams, let alone a career.

I think life for me, on the whole, comes down to who you affect rather than what you achieve. But that's just me. I wouldn't like to venture a guess as to who I've affected. Hopefully not too many too badly if you catch my drift.

Anyway. I'll try and remember to get on the pictures thing again. They can be interesting. Probably.

overandout