Confidence is a funny thing. If you look at a problem with the thought of what can be lost, you are taken by surprise when you have a win. If you have a problem and think you only have 5 minutes to get it sorted, it may well take you forever to work it out. If you think you have forever then sometimes you only need 5 minutes to get it sorted. It is a mistake to think how the team will perform next season when this season is not yet completed. The future is the future and it will arrive whether or not we worry about it arriving. If your child does the best it can but does not get the outcome you want do you disown it? If you do what does that make the parent? It is not over until it is over and if the race is won by another then they deserve applause. If Hull City win on Saturday it will because of their own efforts, on the day, over the season, through the highs and the lows. Do not criticize their efforts as a refection on the lives we are leading. Cheer them on. Give them hope. Let them know that they are Hull City, not just a bunch of blokes playing in a black and amber shirt.
Dear god you arse licker! I remember your type at school, always did yer homework, pressies for the teacher. Please Sir, yes sir, 3 bags full Sir! Me and Carmine need to meet you round the back of the bike shed I reckon. Don't forget yer dinner money.
Clapper, don't know about your bike shed but the one at our school was more about love than war. Cheeky boy
Now, thinking about it bike shed nostalgia could be a thread of its own. I recall discussing the merits of the derailleur against the sturmey archer gearing system, and the choices from Raleigh Moulton and the Pashley, when out of the blue a chap rode in on a Velocette noddy bike. It gave me aspirations beyond my station. I discovered the beauty of the Velocette but decided on the reliability of a Honda. "Shoot for the stars and you may hit the moon" so the saying goes. The times of recollection.
God no. I'd just be watching Carmine lay the smack down, as the kids like to say. He's the muscles, I'm just the brains.
My dog is a little, scruffy terrier, a Patterdale cross (bit of Jack in her, too) - looks a bit like Dennis the Menace's Gnasher. But she can **** for Britain! Like all terriers, as soon as she's outside, she gets shut of the ballast....one ****, then two, maybe three or four. Gets her weight down, so she can chase, catch and kill small things.....