summer time and the living is easy

all is well, sat at home looking at the internet, had a look at johnny's blog and he'd written a few posts which shamed me into writing this ad-hoc offering, had an ok weekend, woke up on saturday and decided randomly to go to the cricket, i thought we're pretty good at the moment so i should see maybe the best england team of my lifetime while we are at the top of our game

i say "we" i'm not really in the team, but i am part of the country so i feel I've done my bit, arguably I've contributed more than kevin pietersen who isn't even really english

anyway, i set off down to the oval with the hope of buying a ticket off a tout, i've never done that before and didn't really have much idea how much it would cost, a bloke outside the station asked me if i wanted a ticket, i said "yes", he said "walk with me", i said "ok", he said "we'll have to do this quickly like, the old bill are trying to drive us out of business" I said "how much?" he said "80 quid to you, squire" I said ok and we did a quick swap, money and tickets at the same time.

so i went into the ground, i was a bit nervous going in as i thought it might have turned out to be a dodgy ticket, it was fine, i went to my seat and the seat was fantastic, £80 for a £75 ticket, i thought that's fantastic value, the sun was shining, ian bell was on about 210, i had a book and spare money for beer and snacks, hooray.

I watched an entertaining couple of hours of english batting, bell was out, bopara battled against his notgoodness, prior hit fours, all was well. the time came for lunch and almost simultaneously it started raining, i thought "where has that come from, it was sunny and bright but five minutes ago, no matter, I'm sure the sun will come back soon" the sun didn't come back and it quickly became apparent it wouldn't in the immediate future.

i decided to leave the ground in search of sustinance and football results, i went to borough market and bought bread, butter, tomatoes, cheese and assorted hams, then i went to the pub and watched the exciting end of the liverpool arsenal game, liverpool look ok, arsenal don't, blackburn aren't even on the same planet as ok.

i looked outside and lo and behold, the sun was out again, i got back on the tube, went back to the oval, back on the ground, got myself a pint, ate some bread and butter and cheese and ham, thought "bloody hell it's warm now", got myself an england top, england declared and then came out and exhibited an amazingly disciplined display of seam and spin bowling, i was gobsmacked, we are actually really good at the moment, hooray for cricket, it almost made me forget how shit blackburn rovers are

afterwards, flushed with the warm feeling of a satisfying day, i made my way home where i finished off my bread and butter and cheese and ham

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i am happy

i am happy, i am a happy man, i have my own place to live which must be the first time in forever.......... it actually is, i've never lived alone, i feel like a true grown up, never mind that i'm 33 years old and should be a grown up already, this is a new chapter in the history of sam douglas

with my new found positivity, i've decided to start blogging again as it's much easier to do if you're in a cheery frame of mind, i will put pictures on but i have a slight problem with chargers and suchlike going missing..... like a true douglas, i have a problem taking pictures, with me at least it is partially down to my inherent ugliness (i take a shocking picture, i feel i'm the most unphotogenic person in the world but then maybe most people think that about themselves) anyway, i digress, we douglasses lack the discipline and order to take cameras anywhere and take photos when it matters. my dad is great at lugging a big camera round the alps and taking pictures and videos of plants and mountains but where is he when you need a photo of someone blowing the candles out on a cake (playing darts normally) anyway, at least i've recognised my faults (well, one of them) and i'll try to do better

working a lot at the moment, my job is not always fun but i'm trying to be better at it so at least i can take some pride in my work, i don't want to write about work too much as i'll bore myself and while i can be fairly honest about most things it's not always a good idea to write about your thoughts about your place of work on the internet as somebody might actually read it, i think my mum has decided not to read my blog as she is afraid it will upset her (this may have happened after reading one of my particularly dark posts written whilst intoxicated)

days off this week should include a trip to see a friends band in hoxton (cash for cars) fortunately it's the kind of music i like (power rock) so i dont really have to pretend to like them, week after may be a trip to germany to see luke (celines birthday) then dinkling green is looming large, i may have to try out some cake recipes and do some art research, and johnny we'll have to arrange for me to visit ireland

so i know it's been a while but i promise to write again soon, peace out, come round for dinner, i even have a spare bedroom, wow

i had such high hopes for tonight (i didn't really)

so this is me blogging, i'm actually writing something. i'm at home i've been out drinking, i won't write quite as much bollocks as i did last time...............i have garlic bread in the oven, i've put some pasta sauce and ham on top, i'm sure twill taste delicious..............been to o'neills, drinking snakebite, is a good drink, when you get home, watching come diine with me is a bad thing.............. went to chowpatty beach on the south bank the other day, very good cocktails, had rum in a coconut, good drink..............have to wake up at 6am on the 24th to get olympics tickets, how does that work?...............i need to find somewhere to live, i'd like somewhere central, not too expensive, with cool bars............. i will write something else....... i promise

hello,is it me you're looking foo-ho-hooor

i can see it in your smile..... i can see it in your ki-hi-hisss, you're all i ever wanted, I've got the words quite wrong.................... any you know just what I'll do............ me and the motley crue... and i want to tell you so much........................doo-biddeee-dooo

sometimes, i think i'm quite funny when i'm pissed but i've come to realise i'm not really..... as evidenced by (i'm not sure, perhaps the rambling nonsense that started my post) ............anyway, how are you, i'm sorry i've not written owt (owt?) recently, i've been suffering from bloggers malaise (malaise?)

i'll carry on..................... i went to belfast, or nearby this weekend, the fact that i turned up at the wrong airport has been widely documented, i won't go into it, i'll only say that i did give actual consideration to the fact that i may be mentally ill.

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i've just read this back,,,,,, sorry it's a little shit

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had a bloody great time in ireland, it's ace to go on a stag do where you're not in a city centre and feeling that someone will do something stupid to get you twatted.... we were in the middle of nowhere and everyone was dead sound (manchester) met good people, which is good

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((( i felt a little silly as i've not been invited to the wedding but I got invited to the stag do so thought i'd turn up, hope the weddding goes well, matt and catrina are ace)))

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i'm a little sad as my shifts are changing at work, i'll miss a couple of my regular drinking people but i'm happy to be seeing more of a couple of old friends again, swings and roundabouts i suppose

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bollocks, i wish i was writing more interesting things... it's 2.37... i'm pissed,.... i persuaded dan to write a blog and his is bloody AMAZING.. you see how i wrote that in capital letters.. i never write anything in capitals (even things that really should be)

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so, it's emma's 30th at the weekend, twill be nice to see her and andy again

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eating pasta and curry sauce... some people think i can cook.... fools

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on my days off, i'm going to join the gym in preparation to look better and find my wife to be who will be in a rush to bear my children

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too confessional???

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fuck it, i;m pissed, may be too old to live in camden, might move somewhere more middle aged, but with dancing

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DON'T EAT PASTA WITH CURRY SAUCE, IT'S BAAAD

Another day

Sometimes nothing happens in a day.... what do I write about. I have decided that I should get fitter, I think I may run the London marathon, is that a silly idea? I think I could battle through the pain, how hard can it be, right, i'm definitely going to do it, I should probably give up smoking, that might start tomorrow.

Went to the southampton arms the other day with johnny and Julia and some of julias friends, was good, the beer was ace, they didn't take cards which made me look a bit poverty stricken because I couldn't be arsed to walk half a mile to get cash out.

Good (warm) Friday

I know it's been ages since I wrote anything on this, I'm a bad person, I'm disappointed in myself. The problem with leaving it a while is that now I've got too much to write about. The family douglas came down to visit last week, was really good, went to Hawksmoor for steak and cocktails, next day we went to Dinner by Heston which may have been the best meal I've ever had. I had cod cheeks and porridge followed by pork chop and taffety tart, food was awesome.... I'm happy it was a good idea (it was my idea) We also went to see Les Mis, was very good (although my enjoyment of the first half was somewhat hampered by how much I needed a piss)

No man is and island, except me...... I'm an island

So me and Sam broke up, that still sounds wierd (having the same name), perhaps we broke up because we have the same name............... No we didn't, we broke up because I'm a shit boyfriend, I don't call or text, I'm always in the pub, I value my independence and I have a new job which seems to be slowly turning me into a bit of a dick.

I'm writing this on a train up to Preston, I love being on trains, I'm a lot more productive as it's dead time so I feel the need to fill it with reading or blogging or watching a film. I suppose I have the same opportunity to do those things at home but I don't.. I lozzock about.

Tommorrow is Aintree, first day of the Grand National meeting. I'm sure I'll lose all my money, I think I'm addicted to spending money in all forms.. gambling, strippers, food, booze. All fun things but can all rather expensive, (I'm not really addicted to strippers, I have to clarify that)

Friday is Jimmy's wedding, should be good, I've left all the information in London, I'd forget my head if it wasn't screwed on.