Strike Factory

What a wonderful weekend I have had, even though I had to miss the tennis final at Eastbourne, due to financial reasons. I got up early in the morning wondering what to do for the day, when I discovered that Scott McCarthy was holding his annual BBQ at McCarthy Towers in Burgess Hill. I got the OK to go at almost the last minute on Windows Messenger. I had some pizza a drink of Carlsberg and watched the Eastbourne final on Marvins TV. A bit of a one sided final with Clistjers beating Douchencova in the final comfortably. I then caught the train to Burgess Hill, and walked to McCarthys Tower from the station. All in all it was a good BBQ, and early on I impressed the guests with my football stats knowledge. So much so, that I have made two promises that I will try and fulfill in the next two seasons.

1. Get to KV Mechelens ground and watch a game, and get a shirt of the club and wear it around Brighton for one day.
2. Attend a Albion away game dressed up as a woman

Anyway it was an honour to meet a lot of new faces that are legends. I won't mention names. You all made me welcome and happy in one form or another. Special mention goes to the McCarthys, for hosting this wonderful evening BBQ. Of the games Scott hosted I only took part in the pass the parcel and won a used tennis ball, will be a good addition to my tennis ball collection except I left it at Scotts Place. The Dancing competition was hilarious though I did not take part. W

e stayed out half pissed in the garden til Midnight when we went into the living room to watch the legendary Football Factory. Me, Scott and Kevin (All Brighton fans) were shouting, through out the movie, "yes we have got the Croy*** scum in the league next season, get in there." We were saying certain scenes are similar to Cardiff away fixtures. Then we watched about the first 20 minutes of The Omen possibly one of the scariest movies I have ever watched. Then we drifted between sleep and being awake between 2am til 5am, I attempted to see if I could get a train back to Crawley at 4am, only to discover to my horror Scott blew up the train to prevent me leaving early. Well there would be no train until 5.56 from B.Hill. So stayed at Scotts house for about an hour and a half, discussing about Pokemon and Pogs, with mates. I then left for the train to Crawley encountering bike riders on the train due to take part in the days London to Brighton bike ride. It was nice to meet the people I have met before like Scott with his strong sense of humour, Carina with her Anglo-Aussie accent, and Tom Witham, with his sexy shorts. But it was nice to meet some new people. Thanks for making my day.

Today I went round my parents for Fathers Day, we had a great roast, with me giving dad a nice card, sadly most of the time I was there I had a bad cold from the BBQ which mean't I felt drousy throughout the visit, but it was fun anyway. I felt nosgalgic with programs like, Indcredible Hulk and Batman, boy they don't make programs like they once did. Anyway got my jobhunting next week, plus endless tennis at Wimby on TV. Hopefully things will turn out right for me.

COME ON TIM, GREG AND ANDREW.