A wasted youth and a new start....

Last week I had to make a visit to my GP....

....and no I didn't get some exotic sex rash while my wife was away....

The nearest I got to an extra marital liaison was the almost unnatural relationship I formed 

with my PS3....

Anyway after several weeks of coping with a aching knee..I had to admit defeat and book in at the lush and very friendly Highgate Surgery..my doc "du jour" Dr Taylor then told me the bad news...

"Mr Price you have........

......housemaids knee"

Well if that ain't the most Rock n Roll ailment a man could have...

A lumpy lump full of fluid that is brought on by excess kneeling...

The downside of tiling...

So here I stand at the job search junction,a 32 year old tiler who cant tile floors and has trained for nothing else due to the fact I spent a very sizable chunk of my life being a "man about town".

In my case this term is just a way of me trying to make years of drinking,looking stupid and believing that one day I would be "discovered" sound like something Byronic and glamorous...It was glamorous sometimes and if I had a pound for every C-list no mark I'd met...I'd be at least £20 better of than I am now.

But in reality it could be seen as a waste of time.....

Anecdotes don't pay the bills...

And now the hunt begins,for a new job, something that will not demean too much and not involve kneeling... 

Make up your own punchlines to that one...

Wish me luck...

Gold Dust...

Alot has happened since my last post....my wife left for New Zealand(not for ever),I've questioned my sanity and my beloved Everton have done the impossible and reached the F.A cup final...

Lets start with the events of yesterday,from the minute I awoke my stomach churned as if I had ate a late night street hot dog, that had been kept company by eight pints of Stella,this couldn't have been further from the truth...the previous night had been all salad and early nights,so the rumblin and grumblin guts was put down to pure nervousness.I showered, put on my lucky Jagielka number 6 away shirt and sat down to a hearty breakfast of tea and bacon butty...the build up on the sports channels had started and so it began.Little did I know that the day would end with such undiluted joy and so the hours that led up to the match itself were hard..I even found myself after years of being a non-smoker rummaging around in the kitchen draws to find my wife's emergency fags..

And so it came to pass after several pots of tea and a few very unpleasant dry Marlboro lights.. as I hid in the hallway peeking at the TV from an obtuse angle...Everton won....It may have been a scrappy game that will be remembered for the Man Utd team selection and the penalty that never was...and armchair glory hunters who only watch the 4-4 games(and live for 606 with Alan Green) have called it turgid...but us Blues don't care,we out sung Utd even if we didn't outplay them and with all the former players scattered around the ground it just goes to show that once you've played for the toffeemen its never leaves you..

Sir Alex can moan all he wants this morning about the playing surface and the mind games (pot and kettle springs to mind) and the phone in's can chime with all the usual drivel...but all that matters is we are in the final, with a good chance to claim a trophy both that Moyes and the fans deserve.Once again the performance of Rodwell was a great positive and the comeback of Vaughan means we now have a first choice striker selection problem which is something that must seem odd to the manager...Jags and Lescott were immense as ever and to see the former blade bury the winning pen was something that seemed written..after all he's been our best player for the last year.In general we were not at our best,and we will have to be to beat the ever improving Chelsea,but I'm learning this season that anything is possible so fingers crossed...

its been ages....

That's right I'm back...its been a long time since my last post..and to be honest its been due to ill-discipline and that dreaded work thingy...I've also been preparing myself for the three weeks of solace that will commence on Sunday as my beloved wife hops on a plane to New Zealand.
Shes taking a long overdue trip back to see her family,but as we are both feeling the affects of the phantom crunch..I cant afford to go with her...Bugger!
Being a attention seeking idiot,three weeks on my own is going to be hard...sometimes my other half must feel like a therapist...(she saves me a fortune)
So I'm making sure that I'm busy and out n about..I'm going be down in the motherland (Essex)
grafting with my dad..and doing lots of fresh air strolling..kept company by a few audio books.
The bike may even get a dust off and the lucky people of north London may get to see my pained red face hurtling towards them..its all happening..
The one thing I've got to keep in check while on my own is the comforting lure of the pub..
it would be all too easy to find great comfort in the bosom of the Wit n Cat,the bar snacks,light and lager and the tattered upholstery can lift the load and soothe the soul of a lonely man like me with great ease...
So as April unfolds, for me its a tale of moderation,keeping the grey matter busy and long distance phone calls at ungodly times of day...
This month also includes the biggest game in a while for Everton FC.The F.A cup semi against
Man Utd...If by some act of god or stroke of luck we win...the idea of moderation will be out the window!
If we win... you will hear me...and probably see me on the news..
So off I pop to do stuff of a important nature( put the kettle on)
But it wont be long til I return with more interesting things to say...I promise...