Quickie

I've been up and out nearly all day, this is the very, very short space in which I have some time to myself so this is just a short blog about the happenings.

Last night, in a way, was a blessing in disguise because it's opened up a little pathway that we can exploit. Bar the driving, Phil's idea of playing football actually came good as we played again today.

Basically, last night Phil text everyone asking if people wanted to come out for a drive. However, we ended up playing a spot of football beforehand. 4 vs 4 in the pitch black Temple Park! It was good, even after Jeff decided to run away for a fag.

This gave me the idea to get people out for what will turn out, hopefully, to be a regular kick-about. Given a good sized pitch and enough people, we could do this on quite a regular basis. Only real problems are: Bullock to Afghan, Jeff and Mo on their ships, Hally, Andy and Midget at work... which leaves big Phil and myself seeing as though little phil is pretty much hung up his boots on the idea of coming out with us anymore.

It'd be awesome to get everyone involved, because that would result in quite the large game. Me, Sarah, Phil, Phil, Andy, Bullock, Jeff, Mo, Dean (if Moad can drag him out), Midget, Vanessa, Hally, Juliet, Clarky, Ashby and Stephan. That's a good 8 vs 8, and even if the girls don't want to play and Dean doesn't accompany us, it's still a 6-a-side match.

Putting that unrealistic idea aside, we still have the matter of last night.

Awesome? The word doesn't do the night justice. It doesn't enter the scale of epicness (which, by the way, is not like the scale of rage - sorry). That night was just epic in ever sense of the word. Getting everyone together at Temple Park, having a kick-about then going for a drive was brilliant.

It's difficult to talk about it, because everyone was there and everyone knows what went on. Of course we left Temple Park and the original idea was to go to Penshaw Monument. IF that happened, we'd have driven there, sat around for a bit, left and went home. Thankfully, Hally had to go home because he's a dick.

It's just a shame this doesn't have smilies or I'd have had a friendly wink at the end of that last paragraph.

So, on our way to Hally's, Andy decides to be a dick, too, because his car is so much more powerful than our's so he's just boring. Anyway, he started acting the fool, so then I started acting the fool, so then everyone started acting the fool. Cue the usual "putting my left indicator on to turn right" trick that someone fell for once and nobody ever has ever again, along with the "I'm going to flash you with my high-beams to piss you off" trick.

We ended up on the roundabout near The Cock Inn (I think that's what it's called). Andy decides he wants to do circles, so Midget decides to, so Mo decides to, so I decide I want to but can't get on the roundabout that's only big enough to hold 3 cars. Some random in a Corsa comes towards the roundabout from one of the other streets so we decide to disperse in case he's a dick. Instead, we were greeted by a jolly motorist who could see the funny side about 3 cars driving in circles around a mini-roundabout; driving by laughing his head off at us.

So we get off the roundabout and get to Hally's street. Midget parks on the end, Phil is forced to stop on the road, I mount the kerb and drive between a set of bollards and a tree wide enough for my car + about 3 inches. We decide that we're off for a random drive and end up heading toward Heworth. Soon enough, though, everyone ends up down a one-way street with me at the back of the pack...I jam everyone in and we wait... For the next part of the blog when I get back home from work in *checks watch* 5 hours.

In a bit. Bye.