JC, Rochdale, Electricity and Christopher Reeve

So today is Good Friday. Many moons ago, some guy was crucified - death to the infidels! It does seem strange that whilst Easter is a Christian festival nobody knows when to celebrate it. I know it has to do with the moon and all that crap, but when the fuck was religion linked to Astrology! The Pagans had it right, big piss up on the 25th December every year - then the Christians adopted it for their own, fucking do-gooders!

So anyway, I'm back in the 'Isle for a week or so, sponging off the parents, getting myself to a Carlisle United game, getting paid holidays, beer instead of chocolate - so can't complain too much.

For those who want to know, the job is going well, as is the flat, been getting some extra days but still need something a bit more concrete - but it will come. Liverpool is ace.

So Tuesday gone I decided to head to Rochdale - home of the co-op - to watch Carlisle play there. It has pissed down in Liverpool until 13:00 then cleared up, and with Rochdale being about 90 minutes away by train, which roughlt equates to about 50 miles I didn't think twice about the match not being on. So I set off around 17:00 to get to the ground for 19:00 so I can have a couple of pints before the game. Everything is going well, get tho the ground which is about a 30 minute hike from the station and fnd out the game has been called off due to a waterlogged pitch. (Now for those of you not from Cumbria, which is literally all of you,I'm going to use a new term which you can also use if you like!) I felt like a right pleb (iot, fool, tool - whatever.) So I wasted £11 on the train to go to Rochdale, for fuck all. Fucking cock-sucking weather. To make matters worse, whilst I was in Rochdale there were clear blue skies, not a cloud in the fucking sky.

So looking out into the back garden I notice that my Dad has eventually given up trying to mow the lawn with the electric lawn mower in the rain. To be fair though, he didn't start whilst it was raining. Maybe my Dad is invincible, maybe electricity mixed with water doesn't effect him! I'll find out later when he's in the bath and I'll throw an electric heater in there with him. Watch this space...

So the blog has not died, it was merely in a coma, a bit like a quadraplegic vegetable, being fed by a tube (think of Christopher Reeve - "Superman" my arse!)

Stay in touch for the Easter blog has just begun. Mwa ha ha, ha ha. Mwah HA HA (evil laugh to fade)