Weekend observations……

Guinness is good for you: Well it must be because I went out on Friday, had a skinful, had more when I got in, went to bed at 02:00 (yup, quite big and quite clever) got up at 7:45 Saturday morning, played golf, scored a very creditable 34 points and had no real hangover worth worrying about.

Chelsea could actually win the Premiership: Yep, it is a realistic chance. We’ve played 12, won 9, drawn 2 and lost just one solitary sad little game. We have only conceded 3 goals in the Premiership so far, which is as fucking tight as possible in such a league and conceded only 4 all season, when the Champions League (sic) games are accounted for. I won’t say too much more for worry about tempting fate…….Watch out for this Arjen Robben kid we bought from PSV Eindhoven – he looks bloody fantastic.

Party Runs: So, my weekend job is to run my kids between parties is it? How much fun it was to find out on Saturday that Baby had two parties to attend, one from 18:00 until 19:30 and the other from 19:30 until 21:30. Both locations 15 miles apart. Oh what a fun Saturday night that was. Just to complete the misery, it pissed with rain. I fucking hate the clocks going back, the dark long nights, the poxy rain-sodden winter, the increased traffic.

I am a summer person. I need the sun on my back.

Berkshire Train Crash: About 3 miles from where I work. Very sad, but I find the most distasteful element the disgraceful attitude from Bob “Fucking Twat” Crow, Head of the most backward dinosaur, head in the sand union this country has, the RMT, immediately trying to pin the blame on Network Rail. He says we should replace every level crossing throughout the UK with tunnels or bridges, irrespective of cost. Last year 18 people died in level crossing accidents, all of them through the fault of the driver or person. No blame has ever been apportioned to the rail network. How can the railways cater for the occasional idiot with a death wish? Bob Crow needs a dose of reality; the man is on a singular crusade to bring the privatised rail industry back into the public ownership domain. A fine and noble goal, and one that I agree with politically, but not when he keeps linking the cause every accident on the railways to the current ownership model. It is an insult to those who died in Saturday’s crash (but not the fucking idiot driving the car).

It appears this guy (Brian Drysdale, 48, a chef at Wokefield Park Golf Club) was determined to die – if it hadn’t been at Ufton Nervet then it would have been somewhere else. I just wish people who want to commit suicide would take a bottle of pills, drink a bottle of whisky, lock themselves away and die quietly without killing or injuring others as well. We had a “jumper” near a bridge on a motorway by our village a few weeks ago – he was hit by a lorry, but the resulting accident caused quite a few cars to come off the road or collide with others. No-one else was physically hurt, luckily enough, although God knows what scars the lorry driver will carry in his mind for the rest of his life. The sickening thing was the fucking shrine of flowers that his undoubtedly upset friends and relatives made on the bridge. One wonders what world these people exist in, but would they have done the same if jumper man had killed others in his act of desperation and utter selfishness?

Later GrocerJack