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Eating's Cheating?Posted on Monday, November 6, 2006 at 10:01 AM - Post CommentI have a hangover today
Got up early on Sunday, headache still intact. Had to make sure Andrew was ready to go to church (unlucky
I have some leftover chicken, so I'm going to make a curry tonight. I'm undecided about the flavour, but I think I'll just buy a jar of paste anyway.
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I had one yesterday too, but bearing in mind that I didn't have a drink yesterday I suspect it's the same one. Still it shouldn't distract from the fact I had a very good time building my hangover up! The train journey to Norwich started at 9:30 and I opened my first can. There was even a copy of Heat being passed around (bigger writing, shorter words and more pictures than the Guardian. Not that one is thick, of course.. just tired 
) to accompany the early morning drinks. Upon arrival in Norwich there was a claim that eating's cheating. My most favouritist phrase ever. Headed to the Compleat Angler it was okay, but not great and then went to the Coach and Horses. Was pleasingly drunk by the time we left for the ground. I did eat shortly before kick off ( a tasty burger) everyone else had already cheated at this point. Sunderland spent 1hr and 45 minutes doing their best to ruin the weekend. They almost succeeded, Newcastle (or Danny Webber) stepping in valiantly to save the day 
Played pool (badly) at a pub in Liverpool Street. Discovered some people are too good at quiz machines (answered all 9 prize board questions on Bullseye, but didn't win a prize). It dawned on me that the last train back to Watford tends be at about 12 from Baker Street so I had to rush off, it's always a difficult moment as I hate going home when people are still out. Had a KFC bought for me 
, one of their burger things. Tried to find Fulham(I think - my memory of that time is not what it once was) on the tube map and devise the best route back there. Wearside Wanderer II turned up with the News of the World(!) Some Woman called Bev read it. And all of her friends kept shouting something about Kev. I'm sure it was funny at the time. Got to Baker Street with 13 minutes to spare for the last train and stayed awake all the way home ( I set the alarm on my phone just in case), what a Hero! There was another fella on the train whom I woke when we were pulling into Watford. Got home and had a bacon sarnie and a cup of tea, before retiring to my pit with a headache.
), and then had a nice relaxing read of the board while they were out. I didn't bother with the Championship, so I still haven't seen Norwich's goal ( I had my head in my hands at the time). I packed the family off up North for a minimum of 2 weeks. I do like being home alone and took the opportunity to be a slob gratefully. I drove to Tesco to do some shopping. It was less than an hour to closing, the car park was full and people were queuing out onto the main road! Gave up and went to the local budgens to do a mini shop. I'd also decided to get a video out. There was nowhere to park near the video shop, so I returned home. I spent the rest of the day watching TV (futurama mainly) before going to bed after the football.