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Wednesday, August 15, 2007

15th August 2007

Not too much excitement has happened in the world of Mr Ball recently due to a lack of pocket of money. There has been no other bizarre dreams whatsoever. Very exciting eh. I have been focusing on beefing up the Save Eastbourne Tennis campaign, getting in touch with the Eastbourne Herald and BBC SCR for some interviews will be contacting other forms of media. Meanwhile congratulations on my brother becoming a fully qualified footy coach gaining mentoring from the legendary George Parris of West Ham and Albion fame.

Meanwhile everyone is invited to Strike Towers on Saturday evening for a BBQ and some drinks feel free to bring up your own alcohol for more infomation check out. http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=4181454061

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Monday, August 06, 2007

6th August 2007

If you are wandering why the movies and music have disapearred from Strike Factory its mostly because of a little revamp the site is currently going through. So it can be more sleek looking. Meanwhile not too much exciting has happened during the week mostly due to lack of funds. Though I managed to piece together some money for a return ticket to Brighton and some drinks on Saturday for Pride. It turned out to be a day that went horribly wrong. I arrived nice and early and was venturing around Preston Park by 11am, I then put on my sun tan lotion, though must have put too much on as just after midday in the lovely hot Sussex sunshine. My eyes started watering, as I walked up following the parade to Preston Park.

It was lovely witnessing some fine bandstands especially the bandstand with the people with large tennis rackets and footballs that said at the back of the float "Come And Play With Us." There were a nice mix of Strights, Gays, Bisexuals, Lesbians and Crossdressers (I was not dressed up.). By the time I got to the Wild Fruit Tent at 2pm, my eyes were watering like mad, I went to the first aid place in the park, but declined water being put into my eyes as can't stand stuff being put into my eyes, so I held out at the Wild Fruit Tent, managing to get a glimpse of Fatboy Slim performing. Though my eyes sadly got worse, and decided to head home early as did not find anyone I knew, and felt resting myself and the eyes would be a better idea. I ended up waiting for about half an hour for a train, with people that walked past me thinking I was either on drugs or suffering from a bad dose of hay fever.

I spent the rest of the weekend relaxing or going out for walks. luckily my eyes got better going from strong pinky red to white by Monday morning.I have learn't a harsh lesson about sun tan lotion, don't put too much on and make sure none makes your eyes. 

Early this morning I had a dream about messing about with Andy Rumble on some night out along with Mrs Rumble, before ending up round his place sleeping on their sofa with them checking and looking very curious about my swollen eyes as if it was some kind of miracle. A bizarre dream in the very least.

 

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Monday, July 30, 2007

30th July 2007

Strike Factory has run into financial problems after its president and chairman Charles Ball, managed to buy DC United, only to realise that he has got himself millions into the red as a result, but at least he owns a fine Major League Soccer outfit. Ha Ha

 On a more serious not, I have run into some serious financial mess caused partly by the manager of Camfield not informing me of some overpayments that were delayed that I could have payed much earlier meaning I would have been out of the red much sooner, rather than now as out a lot for summer. Plus Nationwide bank who are trying to charge me £60 for 2 cheques that bounced when I panicked about paying my rent. Though it is also a fault on my part as well. Hopefully this mess should get sorted the next few days as rather getting worried about it.

Meanwhile I have aqquired the skills of Brightonian Simon Tipple to help me with the sister site Seagulls Nest, as part of my plan to improve the coverage of the Seagulls on the Rivals.net based site.

My celebrations of Falmer after hearing the news from Kathryn Langley and her news team at Southern FM. apart from playing Strike - U Sure Do at full blast so loud that apparently the clowns at Falmer complained despite being about 20 miles away from Crawley, were low key. In the evening I did not go out deciding to be boring and watch Titanic and enjoy some White Grape Juice with neighbour Hayley Merle.

On Sunday I played in the NSC 6-a side tournament. Signing up to play for NSC Select at Preston Park in Brighton. I played a key role in the team maintaining a thrilling 3-3 draw against the mighty Brazil that featured the legendary Ben Miller with his Rotherham Sambo style. I played a key role in the centre of the park, though special praise goes to Jamie Van Der Westhuizen, for his entertaining legendary saves that would have made Giovani Buffon proud, not forgetting the goals by Kevin Ticehurst and Simon Tipple. All in all, that would be the only game that the NSC Select would gain a point as they would lose the other three games to the Crocs (minus Scott McCarthy), AITC, and the Exiles. Crowhurst eventully ended up winning everything, in the tournament. Though AITC VS Sporting was also a classic this semi final match, saw the likes of Simon Barrett and Richie Morris, topple and give the Albion In The Community Coachs red faces, as they edged the coachs who would go home crying after thinking they would win the tournament in this classic David and Golaith affair. The final however was a dull affair.     

 

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