Something here while I look through a disappointing lot of photos from yesterday and clean sand out of everything and everywhere – everywhere – after sundowners on Llandudno beach yesterday evening.
We appear to have brought back quite a lot of the beach with us. It’s amazing to consider that there is any beach left given the number of people down there yesterday that must have brought an equal amount of beach back with them.
We’re struggling a little today. Mrs 6000 slipped on the dodgy stairs down to the beach yesterday and twisted her knee, so she’s sore and limping around this morning.
The beagle is suffering slightly after it decided to steal and wolf down 2 slices of pizza, each generously topped with piquante peppers. This was yesterday evening, it was thoroughly scolded and it still hasn’t been able to look me in the eye since.
And 6000 Jr is unwell. If he’d been to Italy or China, I’d be very concerned, but he hasn’t, and so I’m just quite concerned. Fresh air, drugs, rest and relaxation is the best we can do for him. And possibly a brandy later (for me).
So let’s have some good news: Sheffield United… I mean… What. A. Season.
Another hard-fought win yesterday, another 3 points and the dream continues.
Bullet header. Great saves. Fantastic effort. Amazing team spirit. Unbelievable belief. You make your own luck*.
And yes, I know that some of my readers are left cold by football. That’s fine. I’m not, and I’m having a great time at the moment.
I’ll get back to my photos now. Might share some a bit later. Maybe tomorrow.
Watch this space.
Tonight’s experiment: doing a pub quiz on 4½ hours sleep.
Last month’s control experiment (normal amount of sleep) went really well, so it’ll be interesting to see if there’s any change this time around.
But last night was Round 5 of the FA Cup and we needed extra time to overcome a plucky Reading side. That extra half hour (plus a bit for changeovers and post-match comments etc) plus the 2 hour time difference are what’s done the damage. I’m struggling to stay awake now and it’s only lunchtime.
I’m not into F1, but I know that there are some (or more) people who are.
Alfa-Romeo kept those people on tenterhooks last week ahead of the big reveal of their 2020 car, posting this dark and mysterious image:
Of course, the first thing that fans did was to simply download the image, lob it into Lightroom (other inferior edit suites are available) and pump up the exposure like a Ramsey Bay ‘togger might hit the over-saturate button.
I always watch these videos. I never share them. But this one I am sharing, because it’s one that I will go back to from time to time.
Sheffield United manager Chris Wilder speaks about our 0-1 defeat to Manchester City last night:
Quotes of note:
You’ve got two clubs there tonight that are a million miles apart. One’s spent about a billion pounds and the other one is on its own journey, which I’m not embarrassed about… and we’ve gone toe to toe with them and left everything out there.
I thought they were excellent, outstanding. I thought every part of the football club was outstanding tonight.
And he’s right. It’s not often I feel this proud after the Blades lose. We went down fighting. We tried our best, but sometimes, your best simply isn’t enough and this was one of those times. Manchester City are undoubtedly the best team we’ve played or will play this season. The fact that the scorer of their only goal is probably worth more than our entire squad put together gives me some solace, even if it gives us no points.
A draw would have been wonderful, a win amazing. But we’ve clearly raised ourselves for this run of Big 6 games over the past month. We now need to keep it going as we head into a run of matches against the rest of the Premiership.
It seems to me that I may have been burning the candle at both ends.
I’m tired and there’s wax everywhere.
It’s purely self-inflicted: the 2 hour time difference back to the UK means that at the moment, the football starts late and finishes very late. That means that I get to bed later still and yet the early morning school wake up still needs doing each day.
I could give the football a miss, but then also, I couldn’t. Last night’s games were too exciting to go to bed, and then there’s that difficult FOMO feeling as well. Since I’m not playing football at the moment, I need to get my fix somewhere: and that includes my social fix as well. 20 years ago, I could have watched alone and then written an email or blog post about it, but now, I can watch alone and then we can agree on just how bad the referee is with near immediacy on Whatsapp.
It’s not the same as going down to the pub and having a pint, but it is cheaper, safer and a whole lot less effort. Do we connect in the same way across a network as across a table? Probably not, but then I don’t think that the two are mutually exclusive. So sure, I use social media to communicate, but I still talk to people*.
It’s the FA Cup this weekend, which means less to me than the league, but I’ll probably watch some games anyway (and chat about them with friends). However, that fixture pile-up means that there is league football on three nights this week. I’m not quite sure how I’ll survive with so little sleep, but I’m still going to give it a go.