As a kid, there were always times when you would get really excited about certain special events; the cup final, Christmas Day, going on holiday etc etc – I was getting that special tingle about my trip to Stoke tomorrow. Free tickets, free nosh and free drinks (albeit with a customer).
But sometimes, that card dealer in the sky deals some very poxy cards. As I write this, I am laid in bed, freezing and shivering, feeling like death is not far away (it probably isn’t !) and suffering from “MAN” flu. I had a chat with my customer this morning, all his colleagues have passed on going to the game and when he realised I was “full of it” decided not to go either.
I tells them at work who have arranged the hospitality tickets, and it doesn’t go down well at all (not like a pork pie in the hands of John Parkin !). There’ll be an inquest, more hassle, more grief. But I was oh so looking forward to going tomorrow – gutted !
You watch i’ll be right as rain tomorrow (either that or i’ll have had enough of doing nothing). Back to “On the buses” to pass away the time……
