Lazy Saturdays

Saturdays have always been something special. Fridays are great but are still drenched in the stench of work, Sundays are just filled with dread at the oncoming storm of Monday but Saturday is freedom – pure and simple. Sometimes if hung over excessively you can lose a large chunk of this glorious day so I try to avoid getting alcohol poisoning more than once a month.

Following the lie in (well I used to get a lie in), Saturdays are all about the football, it takes up all of the morning and afternoon. Following your tragic team, laughing at rival’s tragic teams and of course screaming at all tragic teams connected to any footy bets you might have. Saturday evening is like a multi choice of fun, stay in watch a film? Go out and get wrecked with mates? Invite mates around to play games and get wrecked? You get the picture. There is a new addition to my Saturday now; the trip to mum’s with my little ‘un. OK, so the lie in has pretty much gone so I’m up anyway but that gives me the time I need to get up and out early doors. Get to mum’s anytime between 9 and 11am, sit through the usual cooing over the baby then hit the local shopping area to put on the footy bets.

Get home usually just as the 3pm kick offs are about to get started, make a cuppa and sit my arse down, watch the scores come in on the TV while listening to the mighty Sky Blues lose again on the radio – it don’t get any better than this.