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Saturday, August 21, 2004 Off the Mark Despite appearances, I haven't been fretting about last Saturday 's 1-4 result all week, well, not all the time, anyway, but the summer course is taking its toll. Although the number of hours taught is much the same as during the main academic year, the fact that it is morning, rather than afternoon and evening, continues to play havoc with my metabolism, or whatever. And everyone else feels much the same. The amount of self-discipline needed to be up, shaved, showered etc., and out of the house by eight, is more than I usually have to call on, but I am managing it, as well as forcing myself to go to bed and turn out the lights by 11.30, which for an inveterate reader like myself, is much more difficult. But all the plans for filling up the rest of my free time are in abeyance: it is all I can do to shop, cook, or more often make toast or sandwiches, do a bit of washing up and keep the clothes washing cycle going. So plans for articles about other things have remained at the planning stage. However, this afternoon Charlton had their first home game of the season. Last year, the first-day 0-3 defeat by Manchester City was more than adequately compensated for by a 4-0 away win at Wolves the following week, so at times I have imagined something like a 7-2 scoreline for today's game against Portsmouth. This was not to be, but 2-1 will do, and I can maybe go for a drink later with the friend who missed out last Saturday. Unlike last Saturday, I decided that sitting in front of Livescore watching the scores update themselves was a waste of time, as whichever way things were going, nothing would be sorted until the final whistle, so I went out into the hot Madrid afternoon and did my shopping, returning to check the scores at 6 o'clock, and all is well. I know nothing as yet about the game, as reports haven't started to appear, though Livescore informs me that Charlton's second goal was an own goal in the 88th minute, so it must have been close. Anyway it is siesta time, or I won't get out for that drink tonight... posted by Jonathan Blake @ 18:52 0 comments 0 Comments: Post a Comment << Home Reference Links Frankie Valley All Quiet in the East Stand (Inspector Sands) Addicks Championship Diary (Wyn Grant) New York Addick Livescore Charlton Athletic FC Latest Posts Worse for Some Sulking Thank You for Not Smoking Madrid Afternoons Hay in the Sunshine U.K. Days Disappointed? Inappropriate! 45650 Blake Hit me with.... Ships Ahoy - Archives - May 2004 June 2004 July 2004 August 2004 September 2004 October 2004 November 2004 December 2004 January 2005 February 2005 March 2005 April 2005 May 2005 June 2005 July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 December 2005 January 2006 February 2006 March 2006 April 2006 May 2006 June 2006 July 2006 August 2006 September 2006 October 2006 November 2006 December 2006 January 2007 February 2007 March 2007 April 2007 May 2007 June 2007 August 2007 September 2007 October 2007 November 2007 December 2007 January 2008 March 2008 April 2008 free hit counter About Me Name: Jonathan Blake Location: Argüelles, Madrid West, Spain "Jonathan Blake" came into being when I was supplementing my teaching salary by editing a small tourist magazine which was distributed free every month to visitors at a five-star hotel in the centre of Madrid. The production and layout were all done by non-English speakers, and that meant that all the writing had to be done by me. My own name appeared as editor and also over what I regarded as the best piece of the month. "Jonathan Blake" (the first name and surname of two acquaintances from university) was the name I made up (I thought then, and still do, that it has a nice ring to it) for second-best pieces and general features. It's nice to be able to resurrect Jonathan after all this time to help me out with the writing.... View my complete profile
Despite appearances, I haven't been fretting about last Saturday 's 1-4 result all week, well, not all the time, anyway, but the summer course is taking its toll. Although the number of hours taught is much the same as during the main academic year, the fact that it is morning, rather than afternoon and evening, continues to play havoc with my metabolism, or whatever. And everyone else feels much the same. The amount of self-discipline needed to be up, shaved, showered etc., and out of the house by eight, is more than I usually have to call on, but I am managing it, as well as forcing myself to go to bed and turn out the lights by 11.30, which for an inveterate reader like myself, is much more difficult. But all the plans for filling up the rest of my free time are in abeyance: it is all I can do to shop, cook, or more often make toast or sandwiches, do a bit of washing up and keep the clothes washing cycle going. So plans for articles about other things have remained at the planning stage. However, this afternoon Charlton had their first home game of the season. Last year, the first-day 0-3 defeat by Manchester City was more than adequately compensated for by a 4-0 away win at Wolves the following week, so at times I have imagined something like a 7-2 scoreline for today's game against Portsmouth. This was not to be, but 2-1 will do, and I can maybe go for a drink later with the friend who missed out last Saturday. Unlike last Saturday, I decided that sitting in front of Livescore watching the scores update themselves was a waste of time, as whichever way things were going, nothing would be sorted until the final whistle, so I went out into the hot Madrid afternoon and did my shopping, returning to check the scores at 6 o'clock, and all is well. I know nothing as yet about the game, as reports haven't started to appear, though Livescore informs me that Charlton's second goal was an own goal in the 88th minute, so it must have been close. Anyway it is siesta time, or I won't get out for that drink tonight...
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"Jonathan Blake" came into being when I was supplementing my teaching salary by editing a small tourist magazine which was distributed free every month to visitors at a five-star hotel in the centre of Madrid. The production and layout were all done by non-English speakers, and that meant that all the writing had to be done by me. My own name appeared as editor and also over what I regarded as the best piece of the month. "Jonathan Blake" (the first name and surname of two acquaintances from university) was the name I made up (I thought then, and still do, that it has a nice ring to it) for second-best pieces and general features. It's nice to be able to resurrect Jonathan after all this time to help me out with the writing....
View my complete profile