Wednesday, November 26
Phone Cables And Whatnot
Why is it impossible to buy a single cable of the length you need. Dixons and Rymans both only sell modem-to-phone cables up to a length of 5m, and telephone extension cables of up to 10m. I, of course, wanted 20m. Damn youz! Do you ever find that it's always this way? You have to spend more money than you wanted because the shops don't stock exactly what you need? Grrr.
In other news, I was well pissed off with my housemates last night. Arsenal were on the telly, playing Inter Milan in the Champion's League, and it was highly probable that we were going to get beaten, which would mean that we would be out of the competition. For at least an hour beforehand, they were going on and on about it, and reminding me of all the good players in the Inter team. Which pissed me off.
Then, when Arsenal scored first, I barely celebrated the goal (OK, so I did shout a loud "Yes!!!!!"), and they looked as if they'd been shot. When Inter scored, all of them were leaping around and yelling. You'd think that it'd been announced that free money was being given out or something. They were so one-sided towards Inter, and abusive towards Arsenal and me that I was getting well annoyed.
Anyway, Arsenal scored again just after half-time, so I made a point of being as loud and offensive as possible towards all of them. I think the words "Fuck Inter and fuck you" came out of my mouth a fair few times. Then we scored again (the word "Fuck" was definitely over-used at that point), and again, and again. We were 5-1 up by this point, and I was well happy. But still I got no let-up of the abuse. When the commentator compared the result to Chelsea's 4-0 win against Lazio a few weeks ago, the two Chelsea fans started a new round of abuse. They didn't acknowledge the fact that Chelsea had won against 10 men, and that Inter's team was so packed "full of stars" as they had constantly reminded me before the game. Fucking hypocrites.
And another thing. We (me and my housemates) are planning to join a 5-a-side league at some point, and I was volunteered to go in goal. I don't overly mind going in goal, but I much prefer being out on pitch. Pete told me that I was going to be the goalkeeper, and I went to retort, but couldn't be arsed. It was one of those "But... Oh fuck it, yeah, fine whatever" comments. He then tried to explain why it should be me that is in goal (I was particularly good last time we played 5-a-side), and I just sat there being arsey with him: "Yeah, fine, OK, cool, yeah, fine." I think he was getting a bit annoyed, but by this stage I just couldn't care less. Fuck it, I couldn't be arsed to argue, because I was just going to get shouted down anyway, and it wasn't worth the hassle. Fuck it.
