On Tuesday evening I play five a side football with guys from work, and a few other Ad Agencies around Edinburgh.
Tonight, with about five minutes remaining, I was involved in a very clumsy tackle by one of the guys on the other team. Essentially, we were both running full speed, and I had the ball on my right foot. I moved it over to my left as the other guy, my friend Andrew, was coming in from the right to try to make the tackle. As he came charging in, he went through my right ankle, twisting it almost completely 180 degrees, before falling onto it as it snapped back around. As I was hit, I fell and was spun around, landing on my back and slammed my head off the hardwood flooring.
Normally the fact that my head had bounced of the floor would have caused me some concern, but with the excruciating stabbing pain in my ankle, the serious effort to not throw up, and the concern that I’d broken something over riding everything else, it was forgotten about until I was asked a few minutes later if my head was ok. It is. There isn’t even a bump.
My ankle however is fucked.
It wasn’t broken thankfully. I realised almost straight away that whatever damage has been inflicted, the pain was different than a break. I haven’t been to a doctor, or the hospital, yet and I’m not sure if I will but I suppose that depends on how it feels tomorrow.
At the moment, I can’t put any weight on it at all, it hurts like hell, and I’m sure that if I hadn’t sat with an ice pack on it for about three hours it would be twice it’s normal size. That still might happen while I sleep. That’s assuming I can get to sleep. Did I mention it hurts like hell.
I have a feeling I’m not going to be able to play any football for quite some time, and that walking is going to prove to be a slow painful experience.
I’m exhausted but I can’t seem to fall asleep.
I’ve spent the last couple of hours trying to write the first draft of the first post on the new SSDC. I know what I want to say, but I’m struggling to articulate the post properly. I think that’s the reason I’m having issues sleeping. My brain is trying to piece it all together and get it up on the site.
Normally I wouldn’t really worry about it, but the site has been down for so long now that I really want to get going properly and make it as good as I possibly can. I think I’m going to have to set a deadline for the site going live again. If I don’t I’ll worry that the first post isn’t right or that I have to start writing the next one almost straight away. I’ll spend so much time trying to make sure it’s exactly right, that I’ll never post the damn thing.
I enjoy sleeping far too much for it to be interrupted with this kind of thing. I think I need to switch the laptop off, and just force myself to go to sleep now. Hopefully that’d going to work.
I finally got around to setting up a friend feed account today. It was something I’d been meaning to setup for a while, but always forgot. Darcie and I were talking about it yesterday and it prompted me to actually do something about it.
I’ll add the link into the Contact page with the others, but if you want to subscribe to me over there, my public feed can be found here.
Things have been pretty quiet of late. After the drunken shenanigans of the Stag Weekend, I’ve been keeping my head down and trying to avoid doing anything too financially straining. It’s a few days until pay day, (how I hate working pay cheque to pay cheque… that’s another story though), and until then I’m restricted in any activities I’d like to participate in.
I’m not the only one in this boat at the moment, which is why there’s been nights I’ve been round at my girlfriends and we’ve made a meal out of whatever was in her fridge rather than go out for dinner. Thankfully she’s a woman, and as such has vegetables and the like. If it had been my fridge we would have had beer on cornflakes… hmm, that gives me an id….. no it doesn’t. That sounds like a waste of perfectly good beer.
Later this week I’m heading round to my friends place, where the plan is to drink whatever alcohol we have in our possession, and I think Claire may be cooking her face melting Thai Green Curry again. I could be wrong about that though.
It’s very much the quiet life for me.
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I finally got around to watching Rambo the other day. Sweet Zombie Jebus it was violent. I thoroughly enjoyed it though. In fact it may be my favourite Rambo of them all. The first one was really good, but I think this one is just a little better, and a very fitting end to the Rambo series, in much the same way as Rocky Balboa was to the Rocky series.
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The weekend brings pay day, and hopefully some fun. It’s been in short supply recently.
This is a work of absolute awesomeness from Joss Whedon. I’d heard good things about it, but only just watched the three acts earlier this evening. It turns out that they are only available online, for free, until midnight tonight, (
just click the banner to be taken to the site). Each act comes in at just over 13 minutes, and I highly recommend you go check them out.
If you miss the deadline, fear not. They will available to download from iTunes, I’m hoping that includes outside of the states, or failing that they will be out in DVD form at some point.
So go. Watch. Laugh.
This weekend a few of us headed to the far west of Scotland, to a little town called Campbeltown, for one of our friends Stag Weekend. The theme of the weekend was golf, with ten of the guys playing both days. In fact only two of us didn’t play at all.
We began the drive through at 7.30am on Saturday, and after four plus hours of driving we arrived a little tired and very thirsty. Eight of the guys had a B&B pre-booked and made their way there. The remaining four of us had managed to arrange the use of flat leased by one of the guys bosses. It meant we had free accommodation for the weekend, and allowed us to spend more of our hard earned cash on beer, food, and beer.
Well that was the plan.
We arrived at the flat to discover that someone was actually living there, a fact that the current lease holder had no idea was the case. Why someone was there we didn’t find out, but I imagine there’s going to be some serious fall out from it. Our guess, is that the letting agent, looking after it for my friends boss, has sublet the place out without saying anything as it remains empty for a lot of the year. He may be in a spot of trouble if that is the case.
Clearly we couldn’t stay there, so as the other guys went off for their first round of golf of the weekend, three of us scrambled around Campbeltown trying to find the cheapest accommodation we could. We ended up staying here, and the owners Dave & Sue Brown were two of the nicest people you could ever meet.
With that drama behind us we wandered back into the centre of town and had a very relaxing pint or two and had a look around town. A few hours later the guys came back from their round of golf, glad that we’d found somewhere to stay, and we all got dressed for the evening. The theme was classic golf looks, the more distasteful the better. I went slightly more subdued the a few of the others, with some darker tartan trousers, a black and white checked tank top jumper, a white shirt, a cream tartan bunnet/flat cap, and the accessory that set the entire outfit, and had everyone laughing every time they looked at me… a superb bright purple bow tie.
A night of drunken stupidity ensued, with lots of beer, a curry, and being packed into one of the two pubs open late. Most of us crashed around 12.30am, but a couple of guys lasted another hour or so, and managed to add a spot of karaoke into the mix.
The next day started of slowly. Again some of the guys went off to play golf, this time at Machrihanish Golf Course, and the rest of us eased into our day with lunch and a few beers. We all joined up after the round, and you could tell which guys had been golfing. They had caught a little sun, and were beaming red. After some pointing and laughing, we played a few games of pool, and then headed back out to one of the pubs we’d been in the night before. It was here we broke ourselves a little.
We drank an obscene amount of beer, and from my understanding we cleared out all the Jagermeister in the place, a couple of the guys were doing flaming Sambucas at the bar, and I was drinking Southern Comfort on the rocks which is a damn good indicator that I’m completely smashed. It was an exceptionally fun evening that we all paid for the next day.
We woke up early and checked out of our respective B&B’s and all met up. It was a sorry sight. There were quite a few guys who were a little green looking, and didn’t look like they were going to manage the long car journey home. In fact there was at least one car that had to stop for someone to throw up by the side of the road. Thankfully that wasn’t me.
We all got back to the flat yesterday and were completely wiped out. I ended up going to bed early and I’m still feeling a little worn out today. This is going to be a very quiet week, filled with early nights and absolutely no drinking.
Of course I say that, but I doubt I’ll hold to it. Still it was worth it. It was a damn good weekend.
