Only Murders in the Building (2025)

 

The Return of the Unsunny Ds

. . . with a bastard vengeance.

I am genuinely perplexed to know what happened. It really cropped up again at the eve of Thanksgiving Luck of the Draw, but I attributed that to extreme tiredness. Christ, it only cropped up at 2am that night/morning. But last night was horrific. Is it the team? The division? The bar? The change in the weather? Did I burn down two orphanages in a previous life? All I know is that I have no idea what is going to happen tonight. It might be the mother of all nightmares.

I should, despite all that, be happy enough with my 204th 180 of 2025, but I'm sure you can understand my bittersweet misery.

204/50

High Times (2004)

 

I feel unusual

I was not expecting that. Remember folks, it's the hope that kills you.

#NinetyMinuteNationalism

Houchenesque

 Sometimes the Zuck comes up Trumps . . . as opposed to him usually kissing Trump's arse. 

"Ronnie Clayton heading Blackburn Rovers' 78th-minute equaliser against Liverpool, FA Cup 6th Round, 1 March 1958. Ally MacLeod scored Rovers' winner a few minutes later. Crowd of 51,000 in Ewood Park."

I love a diving header. We all do. You look at the photograph, and you'd think Clayton was doing that every other week but it turns out that he scored less than 20 goals in a full and successful career. 

Killing time after breakfast . . .

Monday morning . . . one teen already at school . . . one teen dreading going to school. It's a league night, and as the Dartitis is haunting me again, I'm not playing legs against the Russ Bray Darts App. Just throwing semi-randomly at the board to get my Dart muscle memory up and running again. I really fear the worst tonight. I won't know until I'm actually there whether the Dartitis has enveloped me again.

What a thing not to look forward to.

198/50

"My clock's ticking now . . . "

Sod Peter Kay, my clock's ticking . . .  I need to get to 200 before the end of the year.

197/50

"Putting me in charge of Christmas . . . "

Just plough through this. Line up The Waitresses. 

196/50

"School caretaking, my eye . . . "

Two 180s in 16 minutes. Nice when that happens. (Wrong order, naturally.)

195/50

"Shush with your genuine shit."

  could be a Peter Kay's Car Share quote but, no, it was family life . . . family drama . . . so it goes.

Still watching Peter Kay's Car Share. It's the dogging episode piping through my ears right now.

194/50