Waste of a Thursday Night
Thursday’s training session was the most unconstructive and pointless session I’ve participated in since I’ve joined the club. Bareing in mind that I’ve been to training sessions where where there have been under 7 people and to sessions where the floodlights have failed.
The Jr members of the squad requested that they lead the night’s activities which led to a few run-of-the-mill drills then then into games. Whilst I don’t have any qualms about this format (to be honest it’s what usually happens) nobody took anything seriously in the game. I suppose instead of a training session it turned into something equivilant to a football kickaround with the lads which for some reason turned out to be something very boring. Hopefully next week we’ll be back to being shouted at into preforming by one of the more senior members of the squad.
Better things I could have done with my Thursday night:
- Gone and seen yom warmonken.
- Sat home and listened to the girls yap for hours about some over girl that lied about exactly how much over the limit she was when she got done for drink driving.
- Cleaned my office out so it is actually usuable.
- Got drunk.
- Done some decorating
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standard issue English city. "Expect the expected" as Mr R. Martin once famously never sang. This site is JAM-PACKED full of a very few things, enjoy! I suppose I could quite easily have enough to gripe about on a daily basis but
a) Does anyone actually read this?
b) What's the point?
c) I'm too busy doing things to write about doing things.
Yom warmonken was in London, getting drunk at Pinto’s pub.