My family came to stay this weekend. My mom, dad and brother made the trip up North and spent the weekend eating, drinking and being merry in Leeds with me.
Pretty much the first full sentance my dad said to me was, "I've spent the last week in France with your Nanny and Grandad, so if I'm horrible to you it's only because I'm so bloody fed up of being nice!" which I thought summed up our family perfectly. That night we all went out to one of my favourite restuarants in Leeds, Viva Cuba. it's very popular and you can't book a table in advance so we ended up waiting nearly an hour to sit down. In that time my mom managed to sink a very potent cocktail and a glass of wine which ensured she very quickly became rip roaringly pissed (the term lightweight may as well have been invented just for her) and the conversation went downhill from there. It was a hillarious night and Ma's bad head the next day was a small price to pay.
Sunday came round and Pa and David headed off to the Leeds Festival. It comes to something when your 58 year old father is dancing in a field and pissing in a hat while you're shopping in Morrison's and watching The Last Samuri with a hungover mother.
I was sad to see them go this afternoon. It was nice the 4 of us spending some time together and not 1 row was had the entire weekend: result!
Monday 29 August 2011
Sunday 14 August 2011
Plan, plans, plans!
Today I thought I'd steal Katie's blog idea and write about things I'm excited about. It's a positivity trick that will hopefully make me feel happy about all the fun stuff coming up :)
So, things I am excited about this week:
1. Sunday lunch with Katie and Josh (and Honor, if she can drag herself away from the latest man) at the Scarborough in Leeds today. Is it ok to have pie and mash for Sunday lunch? I love pies.
2. Watching my beloved Baggies first match of the season against Manchester United at the Sports Cafe in Leeds with Dawny, Jav and Andy. Jav's a Man U fan - should be fun!
3. 4 day week at work next week. I love my job, but I love long weekends more :)
4. I'm getting a new tattoo on Tuesday! Booked the appointment yesterday, it's on my ankle and is a play on Picasso's Bird of Peace.
5. Abi's leaving do on Wednesday. Beer and curry, can't go wrong :)
6. The V Festival!! Eminem, Rihanna and Example are my highlights. Them and the camping with friends, boozing and dancing. This is my 5th V and I'm excited!
Ahhh, what a nice list :) Roll on fun times!
So, things I am excited about this week:
1. Sunday lunch with Katie and Josh (and Honor, if she can drag herself away from the latest man) at the Scarborough in Leeds today. Is it ok to have pie and mash for Sunday lunch? I love pies.
2. Watching my beloved Baggies first match of the season against Manchester United at the Sports Cafe in Leeds with Dawny, Jav and Andy. Jav's a Man U fan - should be fun!
3. 4 day week at work next week. I love my job, but I love long weekends more :)
4. I'm getting a new tattoo on Tuesday! Booked the appointment yesterday, it's on my ankle and is a play on Picasso's Bird of Peace.
5. Abi's leaving do on Wednesday. Beer and curry, can't go wrong :)
6. The V Festival!! Eminem, Rihanna and Example are my highlights. Them and the camping with friends, boozing and dancing. This is my 5th V and I'm excited!
Ahhh, what a nice list :) Roll on fun times!
Sunday 7 August 2011
Baggie Bird
Today I thought I'd write a post about football, and my ongoing affair with the beautiful game. This morning, my uncle drove down to West Bromwich to watch our mighty West Bromwich Albion take on Parma in their last pre-season friendly before the proper Prem action kicks off next weekend. He didn't ask me if I wanted to go too, which made me sad, so instead I'm sat at home (Leeds home) waiting for the action to unfold on the WBA website and quietly humming The Lord Is My Shepherd (Albion's unofficial hymn of choice) to myself.
Those of you who've grown up in a football family will understand how I feel when I say that I simply don't remember not supporting WBA, and that I truely am Albion 'Till I Die. The blue and white stripes and that little throstle bird stir in me something almost primitive, a feeling of belonging that can't be replicated anywhere else. When I'm squashed in The Vine for my pre-match pint with a room full of big, Black Country men and when I'm sat in the stand next to the old man who's been to pretty much every game for the last 60 or so years (that's my Grandad, FYI) I truely feel like I'm home. Those chants we sing, and the stripes we wear, bond us together like one big family that spans all ages, colours, gender, religions, job titles and backgrounds. We Are Albion, and all of our differences disapear when we swarm into The Hawthons en masse.
We go through the highs and lows, the tears and the cheers together. Supporting The Albion is not an easy ride, but I wouldn't change it for anything.
If I'm romantacising it a bit, I apologise; but I really do feel like this about my club and I always will. I was born a Baggie, my children (if/when I'm lucky enough to have them) will grow up the same way, and I hope to still be singing The Lord Is My Shepherd in the Halfords Lane End when I'm in my eighties just like my grandad still does now.
Albion 'Till I Die. Boing Boing!
Some of my Baggie family. Me, Uncle Steph, Dad Paul, Mom Chris and Grandad John :)
Those of you who've grown up in a football family will understand how I feel when I say that I simply don't remember not supporting WBA, and that I truely am Albion 'Till I Die. The blue and white stripes and that little throstle bird stir in me something almost primitive, a feeling of belonging that can't be replicated anywhere else. When I'm squashed in The Vine for my pre-match pint with a room full of big, Black Country men and when I'm sat in the stand next to the old man who's been to pretty much every game for the last 60 or so years (that's my Grandad, FYI) I truely feel like I'm home. Those chants we sing, and the stripes we wear, bond us together like one big family that spans all ages, colours, gender, religions, job titles and backgrounds. We Are Albion, and all of our differences disapear when we swarm into The Hawthons en masse.
We go through the highs and lows, the tears and the cheers together. Supporting The Albion is not an easy ride, but I wouldn't change it for anything.
If I'm romantacising it a bit, I apologise; but I really do feel like this about my club and I always will. I was born a Baggie, my children (if/when I'm lucky enough to have them) will grow up the same way, and I hope to still be singing The Lord Is My Shepherd in the Halfords Lane End when I'm in my eighties just like my grandad still does now.
Albion 'Till I Die. Boing Boing!
Some of my Baggie family. Me, Uncle Steph, Dad Paul, Mom Chris and Grandad John :)
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