I will be writing this post in green as i find it to be a total appropriate colour given the nature of the subject!
Such a pleasant way to start a day when you sit at your desk half asleep, opening your emails and are informed you are being awarded a pay rise and bonus for being, and i quote... 'wholly exceptional'. Haha what a joke,surely they must have the wrong employee as i tend to put in a real average shift nearly everyday and spend my days staring at the ceiling being incredibly bored.
But who am i to refuse such a gift for quite simply being my awesome self. In times of recession im certainly not complaining taking money from the government, how crazy is that.
As i am such a gentleman i simply cannot divulge the figure i have received however i will tell it is substantial enough to send me abroad to get bit of sun on my skin and some sea air in my lungs. Truly blessed!
It has been almost a month since returning from the Domingos FC Polska tour and I still cant quite get over how totally amazing the whole trip actually was. On the football front we unfortunately got well and truly crushed by two very average teams, however I would say we gave a good account of ourselves considering the epic amount of piwo consumed and total lack of sleep. Excuses Excuses!
The trip began in true fashion... at the bar with a pint of beer in hand. My first memory was waiting for the team to assemble in JohnLennonAirport bar and trying to convince Danny of the best way to get over a hangover. We proposed to avoid a hangover he should get ridiculously drunk, followed by eating loads of food and then very classily throwing it all up before going to bed. THEN wake up in the morning to a shot of vodka. It never fails we claimed! Needless to say I somehow think he wasn’t feeling the idea but it was worth a shot.
Flying out at would mean we would be landing just in time to hit the Wroclaw nightlife. On the plane a few of the lads decided to get a head start on the drinking, however anticipating the heavy night ahead I decided to sit on the sensible row between Stu and Paul. I now feel like I am an expert on everything Egypt (cheers Paul) and a pro at the Putt Golf app on Stu's Iphone. Sadly I do not own an Iphone.
We where greeted at Wroclaw airport by a guy holding a 'Domingos FC' sign. A sense of importance engulfed the team as we where welcomed and shown to the team buses. To be far we looked rather pro! The hostel was about 20 minutes away from the airport so we took in a few on the sights on the way. Wroclaw is a beautiful city, loads of old colourful buildings with a mix of traditional and modern architecture. It reminding me of my time in Warsaw.
When we pulled up outside the hostel my first impression was 'oh shit'. The exterior was covered in a jungle themed graffiti and had a really dodgy looking entrance with no signs or windows. The place looked like a proper dive, hardly the luxury of the boogie hostel from the previous year. But to be fair when I actually got inside it was rather nice.
So we dropped the bags off and headed to the Polska 24 hour bar situated less than 100 yards away from the hostel. This would prove to be too much of a vice for many of the team throughout the duration of the trip... mostly notably Craig 'I scored today' Ramsey who spent a few too many days and a couple mornings there. The first of many attractive barmaids greeted us with an uneasy smile, a rowdy gangs of Englishmen must have been quite an intimidating sight. So with my extensive knowledge of the Polish language I said to her " Czesc!piwo proszę". She seemed pleasantly surprised and the beers appeared at £1.20 a glass! At this point I realised I would not be enjoying getting up to play football tomorrow... oh well more beer!
At the request of Anton Forsberg i gave my 'I don't want to get turned over speech', "Lets get an early night lads". As usual nobody listens!So with that over with we decided to keep it old school and return to the rock club. This is place that we visited last year and became infamous thanks to Jon Mcs's beer showers and all Polish girls persistence to salsa dance to every type of music. There is a rule in this place where you cannot take any drinks onto the dance floor for some reason and there is an iron ring of no-nonsense bouncers ready to eject anybody who does not comply. Each of these monsters were absolute men mountains so it was a good idea not to fuck with them.
From this point the rest of this night is still a bit of a blur. Luckily cameras captured it all and offer a insight into the lost hours.Anton Clarke seemed to have impressed everybody with his crip walking and Adam Hung wins the award for photo of the night.
Sobering up i emerged from the nightclub with my pal Al squinting at the slight of the daylight. A quick look at the clock confirmed it was nearly 6am! We looking across at our newly acquainted Polish friends and without the aide of bad disco lighting we began to heavily questioned the age of these young looking females!The girl i had been hanging out Ola smiled and showed a mouth full of metal. Haha no way!!BRACES ....... it is now time to go!
A major purchase has been made this week in an effort to aide the grooling task of getting myself back into shape for the new football season. For weeks I have slobbed around eating junk, going for meals, nights out and of course Poland. So in the words of the great Otis Redding "A Change is Gonna Come", I have now became woman free and I’m going to swerve alcohol for a while. So catch me looking super fly in new wheels pounding some serious concrete around Calderstones Park. Wish me luck!
The offices of Inventionland are ridiculous!The US-based company invents more than 2000 items per year, licensing out one new product every three days.
All of this happens in a 70,000sqft building that is is designed with 15 different sets. Sets range from pirate ships, race tracks, and caves, to red carpet walkways, a castle, or a giant robot. Instead of being a normal “employee”, Inventionland employees are known as “Creationeers” and get to wear lab coats. I need this job!
During a random trip to Hoylake with my pal John i came across Big Als Barber shop. As many of you may already know we all call my father big al,mainly due to the fact his name is Alan and he is pretty big.Immediately the image of a camp big al in one of his famous pink polo shirts entered my head,could he be leading a double life servicing the hair of Hoylake? Unfortunately not, some old small guy was there in his place. Total false advertising!
