I’m putting this entry in here to show Katie how a blog works.
This caught my eye: Football ‘needs wage cap’. At first I thought, “You mean like those funny little ones with the gold piping which starts at the rim and goes up to top, meeting with a little button on top? You know, like the ones we used to wear at primary school when I were a lad?”
No. More silly nonsense from those football lovers, the Government. As you may have guessed I have no sympathy with this interventionist line of thinking. The best way to reform football is to let a few clubs go bust. Then everyone will see that sentimentalists must not be allowed to run football.
Instead we have a bunch of people who ‘love’ football, who think that their ‘love’ legitimates all kinds of excess and foolishness, leading to clubs that spend beyond their means, not least on wages. When it happens, do we get common-sense? No! We get this silly envy of the big clubs and their financial muscle: ‘If they can spend lots of money, why can’t we? IT’S NOT FAIR!’. Sounds like a bunch kids.
I say let clubs go bust. That’ll give rest the heeby-geebies and then maybe we’ll get some common sense.
There. Got that off my chest.
Been pretty busy the last couple of days. Took the opportunity of an inter-semester break to clear out the attic of 15 years of accumulated junk. Having spent a couple of afternoons transporting large boxes and other sundry items down rickety ladders out into the garden I then attempted to load them into our little Nissan Micra. Then off to the tip.
The last time I went to the Raynesway tip was about a year ago. It was complete chaos. Even at midday, which is pretty quiet, the queue of cars was backed out on to the dual carriageway causing major snarl-ups. Once joining the queue I had to wait longer than Saddam could deploy his WMD, allegedly. Having loaded the car myself I knew that I was carrying a strategic load – no mere tactical maneuver this. Having got the car to the ramp to unload, I was attended by a red-faced man, clearly the worse for drink. (He and his mates spent most of their time in a little tin ‘office’ doing, well, you know, seeing to their complexion with various appropriate liquids.) He manfully staggered about helping emptying my car-load into the large skip. He managed to do so without falling in himself.
This year I expected the same. Yet it was like a dream. Quietly sailing down Raynesway, rolling gently into the waste area to be greeted by a newly built concrete ramp with marked parking bays that allowed me to back up the car close to the appropriate skip. Then I got out to find three young lads already pulling the hatchback open to unload for me. No sign of red faces – just professionalism. It wasn’t busy because it was all too clean and efficient. All done in no time at all! Good on you Derby City Council!