Death, taxes and.......(33 days)

I have not a clue who it was who first said that there are only two inevitabilities of life (forget about your worries and your strife!) was not talking about my life, as that particular smart arse missed one. Yes, the third inevitability of my life is Stockport County; like it or loath it (care to take a guess??) it is as much a part of my life as eating my vegetables, putting out the rubbish bins or root canal treatment.

Tonight was the oh-so glamorous tie taking place between County and Luton Town (how it didn't make into onto Sky Sports 1 I have no clue). It was a game of two halves, both of them dreadful (root canal looking more and more appealing!); the highlight of the match (besides the final whistle) was seeing my brother (yes, the County v. Dartford one) and his lady, partner, common-law-wife-but-not-actual-wife-as-they-aren't-quite-married-yet-oh-do-please-get-a-move-on person. Great to see them, but not only this; they came bearing gifts of cold (salmon sandwiches), frankenstein (flask of coffee) and hot cross buns (hot cross buns); so it made the evening far from a waste. Just a shame about having to do it all at a football match really.

We lost - falling off your chair with surprise.....I know...... - but only due to the fact that Luton were marginally less rubbish than we were. Oh never mind, it's only a game.........sob......

Could have been worse. The poor Stockport fans were taking to their coaches at 10pm, bound for their four hour journey home; I on the other hand was bound for my twenty minute hop back to the hotel room and an in-bed cuppa-cha (char?).

Anyway, changing sport tomorrow from watching to participating. Donning the Compeed plasters once more for a sweaty and I fear chilly five-miler round the psychopaths of Stevenage.....that should make me run a bit faster eh?

I know I keep saying it, but I can't get over making a throwaway comment like 'five-miler'; making it sound so darned easy (because it is.....smuggy smuggy smuggersonship). There was a time that my Sunday morning biggie was not even that long. If I didn't know any better I would say I am making some slight progress.......!