Football, Scotch Eggs & Smelly Clergymen

Not blogged for a while as I’ve had loads going on but at long last here I am.

“So what’s been going on Steve?” I hear you all say.

Well …….

Firstly I had a massive presentation to do at work for a major retailer. I broke my previous record for talking and managed to keep going for about 6 hours. As part of the whole wooing process we took the customer out for posh nosh at a top place in Lincoln. Apparently this hostelry is famous for it’s cheese menu, so after we’d finished our main nosh we ordered up some random cheese with biscuits. One of the cheeses was quite definitely the worst thing I have ever had the misfortune to eat – called Stinking Bishop it tasted like, well the best way I can describe it is the smell of Cow Shit. My guess is every time a waiter goes to the kitchen and says I’ve a table of slightly drunken idiots wanting some cheese, the Chef doles up the old Bishop. Worse part was we still had to pay for it and it definitely wasn’t cheap!!

So having broken my world record for talking I then proceeded to set another one a week later when I managed a whole 7 and half hours at the next presentation. This time we were at a lovely restaurant/hotel in the middle of the Yorkshire moors (I think) and the food was top notch – no foul cheeses but a scotch egg starter that cost a tenner. Now it was without a doubt the best damn scotch egg I’ve ever had but for ten quid I guess it bloody well should have been.

We’ve also had lots of somethingsilly stuff to organise and a football tournament to take part in. Big thanks to Thom Belk for organising said night and to Salisbury FC for hosting it.

A hard fought semi final saw the SomethingSilly Allstars overcome Shrewton Youth on penalties, despite playing the last 20 minutes with only ten men (cough cough) and SCFC Supporters over came the challenge of the Old Alehouse to claim the other final spot. The Allstars just shaded the big game to claim the trophy and despite Toz Judd getting named player of the tournament, it has been said many times (in this house anyway) that the decisive moment was definitely the first penalty in the semi final shoot out – now who took that I wonder………

It was a great night all round and aside from the fun and football, we raised over £200 so a massive thank you to everyone that turned out to play or watch. It’s greatly appreciated. I must confess however that trying to walk the next day was a challenge – who’d have known after all the running I’ve been doing (different muscle group I guess…..hope).

What else?

Oh yeah I’ve been interviewed by Spire FM. All was going well with Hen until the big boss man cut us short as he had a meeting with a deadline that included her. As a consequence I didn’t quite get to say all I needed to and I have no idea when it’s being aired (I was kinda rushed out). Never mind it was nice of them to want to interview me and hopefully he hit his deadline, I got the feeling if he didn’t the world was going to end and we don’t want that do we???

Had my monthly check up from the neck up at the hospital yesterday (they didn’t rush me out) and have been passed fit for another month which is nice – it does mean I’m OK to do the 100 miles though!! The training has taken a bit of a hit recently as I’ve had some side effects from the drugs that have prevented me from running but I’m back on track now and racking up the miles. Still don’t get that endorphin high and find it incredibly hard work but it will be worth it I’m sure.

Next week I’m off to ‘that London’ as the patient advocate on the initial NICE appraisal of Vemurafenib. This is where they try and decide if the drug should be introduced as part of the standard NHS treatment for Melanoma. It’s all assessed on a cost v benefit basis so fingers crossed – at the end of the day I understand that the NHS pot is only so big but without the drug I’d probably not be here now, so what price a life? And being particularly selfish, what price my life? Should be interesting. I’ll keep you posted. Firstly though I’ve got to try and decipher the documentation they have sent through to me as preparation for the meeting – I don’t understand half the words let alone what they’re saying.

The whole fundraising thing is going OK – I’ve hit my £1000 sponsorship which I’d set myself and there’s still a few weeks to go, so hopefully I’ll smash that and I know that lots of you lovely people have been donating on line so big thanks. If you haven’t sponsored us yet I know you will (you will won’t you) and to be honest why hang around, do it now. It’ll give you a nice warm feeling and help people just like me, now that’s got to be worth a few quid hasn’t it? Cheers you good people.

Anyway before I sign off here it is (groan) and finally……..

An overweight young lad decided to sign up for a weight loss program complete with personal trainer. It was explained to him that an essential part of the training was a run each morning at 6:00 a.m.

Determined to take it seriously he went to bed, setting his alarm for five thirty so when the door bell rang the next morning, he’s up, dressed and ready to go. Upon opening his front door he is confronted by the most beautiful blonde he has ever seen. She’s tall, very well endowed above a slim waist with long graceful legs. Dressed in a small pair of running shorts and a halter that can barely contain her, she smiles seductively and says, “If you can catch me, you can have me” turns and runs off at a very fast pace.

This continues every morning.

After three (very frustrating) weeks the young man begins to get in shape and can almost keep up with her, in fact he just about touches her shorts but can’t hang on. However, he thinks, tomorrow will be the big day, I’ll catch her and have her.

He barely sleeps that night waiting in eager anticipation.

The next morning, the bell rings precisely at 6:00 am. He runs downstairs to the door and throws it open. There stands a huge burley woman, at least six feet five inches in height and over 250 pounds. She’s muscled up like a plough ox and has a large wart amid her facial hair. She grins and says, “Hi, I’m your new trainer. If I can catch you, I can have you!”

Keep on keeping on people.

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