That didn't take long

Well, there's a turnup for the books, Englands demise. Though not a footy fanatic I do like a good game so had a reminder as to the reason I fell out of love with the sport, disappointment, with a capital D.

Brought up in sunny seaham by the sea I used to look forward to heading to Roker Park in my teens for the usual Saturday trouncing of SAFC. My fifteenth year on this god forsaken planet brought about several disappointments in the Sunderland stadium, usually 1 - 0 scores favouring the away team, finally we played Blackburn Rovers, who at the time were just below Sunderland at the bottom of the division, (no fancy premier leagues then) and what happened.

Blackbloodyburn 1 Sunderlandcripples 0

I stormed the pitch, to meet up with my mates on the centre spot,skinhead, big red DM boots, levi's cats died and check shirt we waved to the MOTD cameras. Me, I was waving goodbye to footy and have attended only two events since, one when they brought home the FA cup in 73 and later while in London I attended the worst FA cup final in history, Liverpool / Wimbledon.

Skinhead days over I grew my hair long, dropped out, of everything, and went to sea.

Footy, I'll leave to the brain dead.

The best laid plans

don't always come to fruition.

Getting thoroughly teed off with the site, its fishing, golf course and swimming facilities, the rudeness of the staff and my son wanting to dismember some of them we decided it was move on time.

A little bit like the Clampet's We loaded up the truck and moved to our present site. The trouble was when we arrived the weather was lousy so I basically parked the van up and left. That was 6 weeks ago and due to the gas guzzler blowing the cylinder head and all my funds tied up in site fees I have been unable to either, fix the car, or, visit the van.

These problems should be remedied by next weekend, when I'll be resuming services and celebrating my escape from the horror that is, The World Cup, England's demise.