Sunday, March 15, 2009

Not even mentioning THAT win

I am here, I made it, I am utterly broken. The mother and father of all late shifts last night to cap off my run of four, this one was a dinger. A horrible little dinger.

3-5pm: Tend to the football. So far, so Saturday. This is the good time, I'm at home with this stuff.

5-6pm: Football aftermath. Checking, unchecking, subbing, distributing, re-writing, the hour flies past.

6-6.50pm: There appears to be some handball match in the background, Ireland are playing, but that is not my concern. No no. I'm all about the rallying. Fucking rallying. My timesheets are in order, I hope.

6.50pm-7.30pm: Lunch. Spaghetti and meatballs from the microwave. I am going to die soon.

7.30pm-8.30pm: Live Gaelic Games. Ugh. I am just the helper, tending to the tiny stuff in assistance to the Big BM. He'll be tied up with reports from Cavan and Dublin and elsewhere all night, leaving me with...

8.30pm: Kickboxing. Honest to fuck. Kickboxing. Jesus. You'd want to hear this squealing little cunt of a commentator. Every three-minute smackaround has the significance of an Ali-Foreman, while he knows all the contenders personally and they are all 'lovely gahs' but fearsome in the ring.

Indeed.

Two and a half hours of this, and...

9.30pm: Reaction from the handball at Murrayfield and...

10.30pm: ...two golf reports and...

11.00pm: THE. BOUT. TO. KNOCK. THE. OTHER. GUY. OUT. and...

11.10pm: Thank fuck that's over.

11.30pm: Pruning and tweaking completed I get a taxi home. A Nigerian boy. He says nothing, I look out at the lights and the skirts and feel as drunk as this City Centre. I nearly soil his cab, psychosomatically.

Midnight: Home. Fuck. The Khan-Barrera fight! I switch on the internet. It's been done, thankfully, but it's not everywhere it needs to be so I throw some water on my face and continue my work from home.

12.47am: After wrestling with my connection for half a fucking hour, finally it works and I get it done. It takes ten minutes.

1am: I go to bed, knowing I forgot something.

18 comments:

Susan said...

Late shifts, ugh, glad you made it to bed at last. Sorry about the forgetting however. Sorry about the kickboxing too.

I'm beginning to think the very worst thing about living in a recession is that whenever your job is getting you down, the FIRST thing someone often says in reply is 'Well at least you have a job' which is sometimes no comfort at all.

Notice I didn't say that to you. Hope your week gets better, without any synchronised swimming or suchlike in it.

Radge said...

Actually it's grand at the moment Susan. Could be a lot worse. Comes across a lot worse in the retelling.

Meadow said...

I think it may have been the report on the 12.47am wrestling that you forgot? Been scouring the internet to find one but...

Enjoy today.

Radge said...

Meadow - My P45's on the way. Sunday's going well so far. To the beach!

NaRocRoc said...

I know Radge. What a win. Four goals. Whoulda thought it. And 2 from Eboué? Mad Ted.

Radge said...

Narocroc - I say without any hesitation that it was the best thing to ever happen to me.

Holemaster said...

Two lads I out with yesterday were mad to see that fight. Ten minutes? Hah.

NaRocRoc said...

Eboué scoring twice?

Radge said...

Holemaster - I'm not a fan of the combat arts, as evidenced by my kickboxing report.

Narocroc - Yes, and then the win over United. In that order.

Red Leeroy said...

Saturday was like a parallel universe. A crazy place, full of goals and dancing.

swiss said...

what win was that then? i was away this weekend, therefore football didn't happen....

so this is your tyical saturday? sounds like too much pressure to me. and being paid to have to watch the kickboxing? no, no, no!

Radge said...

Red - Madness abounded.

Swiss - I won't gloat. It's beneath me. 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1 4-1....

Conan Drumm said...

I was listening to the 'hand ball', on the car radio. It transpires that one match, including half-time, equals 100 miles.

Radge said...

Conan - I tried to break that down to centimetres:rucks or whatever they're called, but my maths failed me.

Sus said...

There seem to be ALOT of people not mentioning THAT win today. My Man U supporting friends are trying to avoid it coming up in conversations and the one Liverpool fan is wearing it all over his face, so smug that he doesn't even need to say a word.

Then I'm on the fence trying (not very hard) to stir things up by asking silly questions. I think by the end of the day I may have forced one of the Man U's to punch the Liverpool in the face. Happy days.

Radge said...

Sus - Welcome, and it occurs to me that you are an evil genius.

Sus said...

Thanks. I finally felt inspired to comment.

This result has really made it easy for me to excel at causing trouble. I got a phonecall from an upset friend this morning who has an obsessive Liverpool supporting boyfriend, and he interrupted certain activities last night to watch the highlights on MOTD. She was very angry about it but I laughed and said she should really understand that this was the biggest thing that had happened in his life thus far. She said that was a slight exaggeration as I could she her mind thinking through all the highlights of their relationship but little does she understand. poor girl!

Radge said...

Her fella sounds like a complete champ, I'd like to buy that man a pint.