25th November
Further to yesterday's blog, I have been informed by one correspondant that EAT apparently do the best Christmas sandwich. Sadly EAT branches are largely the preserve of urban dwellers and I have very few opportunities to go into the big city these days. But please continue to send in your Christmas sandwich recommendations.
I went to bingo in the afternoon. It feels very much as though I've crossed a line. There is something dispiriting about losing nine games of bingo before stepping out into daylight. I later found myself in Waitrose where a woman barged past me as I was perusing the reduced to clear section, placing her trolley between myself and the bargains. Yet if I were to throw myself over her trolley, push her trolley to the other end of the aisle or take any of the plentiful number of reduced items from it, I would be the one in the wrong. Anyway, it was an act of rudeness that did not go unnoticed. Nonetheless, I shuffed round in time to procure £6 off a cottage pie.
Then I put myself through Manchester United vs PSV. The reverse fixture early on in the season inspired a blog of its own about my anger. I felt similarly irked with tonight's insipid, pathetic, clueless performance in a 0-0 draw that leaves United needing a win away to Wolfsburg to guarantee qualification to the round of 16. But there's only so much football one can talk about in a week.
Thank goodness for Peep Show. Peep Show tonight was bloody great. Watch it.
I went to bingo in the afternoon. It feels very much as though I've crossed a line. There is something dispiriting about losing nine games of bingo before stepping out into daylight. I later found myself in Waitrose where a woman barged past me as I was perusing the reduced to clear section, placing her trolley between myself and the bargains. Yet if I were to throw myself over her trolley, push her trolley to the other end of the aisle or take any of the plentiful number of reduced items from it, I would be the one in the wrong. Anyway, it was an act of rudeness that did not go unnoticed. Nonetheless, I shuffed round in time to procure £6 off a cottage pie.
Then I put myself through Manchester United vs PSV. The reverse fixture early on in the season inspired a blog of its own about my anger. I felt similarly irked with tonight's insipid, pathetic, clueless performance in a 0-0 draw that leaves United needing a win away to Wolfsburg to guarantee qualification to the round of 16. But there's only so much football one can talk about in a week.
Thank goodness for Peep Show. Peep Show tonight was bloody great. Watch it.
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