An Apology

To all my dedicated followers I issue this heartfelt apology. Yesterday Saturday 25th February I did not write a blog. I wish I could give you a fantastic reason for this heinous misdemenour but all I can offer is that I was cream crackered. After a hard week's slog at my desk and arising at the silly hour of 6.45am I did not have my usual lie in on a Saturday. I was awake at 7.15am, yes that is right, I know 7.15am. What a ridiculous time to wake up on a Saturday but alas that is the fate that bestruck me this week.
I had to go and play in a rugby 10s tournament in the Hawkesbury Valley about 1 hour out of Sydney. The first game was at 10am but we had to register and warm up. The sun was beaming down on us, at 9.30am it was 26 degrees and the mercury kept on rising to about 33 degrees. Yes I agree with you all, that is bloody hot to be running around a rugby field, but don't feel too bad for me please, the halves were only 7 minutes in the pool games. In saying that though there were only 10 of us on the field with 5 subs on the bench so let me tell you all, it was a hard slog. Now add into this after my breakfast of Corn Flakes at 7.20am I was looking forward to having a nice burger or something for lunch after the pool games (3 of them) were over. I went over to the food gazebo, queued patiently and hungrily, stomach preparing for the feast that would fill it to give me the energy to play for the rest of the day only to be told that when I got to the front of the line that the food had run out!!! Now what is that about!?! you run a rugby tournament and you run out of bbq food at 1 in the afternoon. A massive round of applause to the organisers there. I have to come clean. By this point I had enjoyed a banana and some sweets for a bit of energy and had far too much gatorade. The gatorade was to play havoc with my stomach later on that night but I shall spare you the details (but you can email me for more details on it if you wish). Unbelieveably we managed to make the final which was played at 5. This was a full 8 hours after I had arrived and all I had consumed was 1 banana an apple and 7 snake sweets. As I know that you are all on the ede of your seats about it we lost the final to literally the last play of the game which was very frustrating.
We then had to stand through the most painful speech from the inept organiser of a tournament I have ever met. Laughing at all his own shite jokes and trying to drum up enthusiasm amongst the remaining people who to a man wanted to get the hell out of there. When we were released from this hell I had the hour long journey home to endure. We had a stop off at a fast food outlet (show me the money for names), then got stuck in traffic. After arriving back at the Ashfield Palace at 8.25pm I honestly tried to write my blog. The bloody page would not open up. Due to the excesses of the day I got overly frustrated at it and gave up trying to get on. I was cheered up later on by the mighty Eagles performance against West Ham which was live on tv later that night and then I passed out. Again I apologise profusely and please be assured this will not happen again. Tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters