Written: Sunday, 24. July 2005

My life on a PDA.

Well its a cold summer day. TV sucks today. Though some decent cartoons are put on to replace the cricket as its rained off (ha ha ha).

I think a drive out to the countryside is in order.

I have done my usual thing, set off and got lost. I sit typing this in a car park, part of 'The Bewerly Industrial Heritage Trail'. Its 8pm. I am the only car here.

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Well I had a quick walk with the dog. It was too cold. Anyway at least I made the attempt. Its important one goes to places of educational value.

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Its almost 9pm. I am lost. Just passed the place I broke down a few years ago in my Nissan Micra
. That was a pain in the ass night. Took ages before the break down chap came. Then he spent the whole journey back (almost an hour) talking about boring football. I tried to bring forward academic topics, such as politics, but the bafoon could only discuss football. In the end I tried to pretend to be interested by discussing the marketing of football goods. But this was clearly above him.

I never understand why some men love football. Even putting up posters of players. I suspect its some underlying gay tendencies. I mean if I put up a poster of a boy band, people would be thinking, 'he's not the marring kind'. Yet, these chaps put up posters of male footballers, and nothing said.

So to me, football clubs make there money from men who cannot come to terms with their sexuality.

Anyway, on my way home. At least its not raining.

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Back home. It started to rain.

I had some birk in a blue car flash his lights at me all the way back.

Look mate, you know who you are. I think 40 miles per hour is fast enough. You may have cash to through away on fuel, but I do not. My Audi sucks up fuel. You want me to go faster then you can give me the cash. I'm right, your wrong.

Off to watch TV.